Lesgle pauses at one shelf, drawn by some familiar names. As he juggles his lance, map, and the stack of books under his elbow it becomes harder to pretend to himself that he's just looking. He coughs apologetically and holds up a copy of Notre Dame de Paris. "I'll, ah...I'll pay you back...? I didn't finish reading it, and..." He goes on to mumble something indistinct about "Hernani" and "overrated."

((Shall we find them a labyrinth/Milliways door somewhere down here once they've had a nice browse in the shop?))