Which Phoebe would find much more interesting than most everything else in the store!
She stood up with two new translations of The Odyssey she hadn't hadn't found already, or had the opportunity to do so before now. She hiked her bag and put them under that arm, securing them in place. "You're free to use them as you please. If you'd like, I could try to put them to music, though I'm not the best singer in the world." Which was a lie. After all, how could her grandson be the god of music if it hadn't run in the family somewhere? "And perhaps you or Quorra could sing them, I'm not sure about either of your singing voices, of course."