I am being dragged into another store, but I don’t mind this one at all. It’s a bookstore! And because it is an independent store and not part of a chain, the owners have felt free to stuff it full of interesting titles, and not just the mass-marketed rubbish that one can find anywhere. The human female is happy, because the natural history section is especially well stocked.
I think she’s hinting.
I have wandered into the children’s area and–Sweet Sif on a Cracker!
I don’t know whether to be horrified or intrigued… (page, page, page.) Actually, cover art aside, it’s a pretty decent child-level treatise on how various Midgardian beasts are constructed. I assume it’s only Midgardian beasts. I certainly didn’t see a depiction of the inner workings of a bilgesnipe.
Oh, now what’s this one?
Ah. It would appear that not all of the tomes are equally instructive. Or anatomically accurate.
Sigyn has joined me and–unusually for her–she is not really paying any attention to the books. Instead, she is looking at the jigsaw puzzles. This one is very whiney.
And now she is looking at the little dioramas in the center of the children’s room.
It is a very cozy-looking room. I think she is hoping the penguin will invite her in for tea. Or, since this is New Mexico, possibly enchiladas.
The rooms really are very detailed.
There is even mood lighting. I thinks Sigyn would very much like to live here!
I am fairly certain none of these rooms or their contents are for sale.
However, I have access to large sums of money, a great deal of magic, and a certain roguish charm. I can be very persuasive. If my beloved wants it, I believe I can make sure this day ends with the purchase of una mesa after all.