"About ten years or so," Graham replied, taking his own bouquet after paying. He'd stop by Lenore's and give them to her tonight - hopefully she would like them, but it would be nice to see her regardless. "I've been the accountant at Books & Bins for about that long too. So yes, needless to say, something a little less dull may be appreciated."
Of course, there was 'exciting' and then there was 'stupid,' and given the rumblings he'd heard through the grapevine - through Mircea and otherwise - a lot of it was leaning toward 'stupid.' Of course, there was also Feng to contend with. Lenore's maker essentially stalking her here to the meant-to-be serene little island was like a piece of popcorn stuck in the back molars of one's teeth. Well, they'd deal with it, he supposed. Like everything else.
"Do you plan on staying long?" he asked, then added a disclaimer, "Not that it's any of my business. Just curious. We've had a good number of newcomers lately."