[There's a brief window of undisguised reaction: those brown eyes get big and his mouth draws high on one side as he stares down in wonder. Hell, he even briefly looks a little younger, like he hasn't had the desert and its denizens wear him down year after year.
Then comes the snort.]
Remind me to come to you next time a pack of books attacks.
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Then comes the snort.]
Remind me to come to you next time a pack of books attacks.