"That works for me," she giggled, "The idea of you with your nose is a book is most appealing, Mr Hemingway." It was quite sweet to think of him buried in the books she'd chosen for him. She wondered if he'd like Harry Potter.
"Good boy," she poked his nose with her fingertip and led him out, immediately linking hands and dancing dangerously close and flirtatiously with him, though Abi easily got lost in his eyes.