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fandomhigh2007-06-05 07:29 am
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Library - 6/5
Armed with her coffee, Isabel opened the library on time.
Isabel sat at the counter, sipping her coffee and eating her muffin. idling flipping through a magazine.
The library is slowly getting more organized. Today Isabel was working through the section dealing with the history of clowns.
In theory, Isabel is supposed to be shelving books. Right now she's more interested in the history of Bobo the Clown she paging through.
The library is closed for lunch unless you're the librarian or an aide.
Bobo's story has been finished, she's back to shelving books.
Isabel's straightening up the library in preparation for closing.
To keep the internets from falling out.
There might've been a certain someone who was sneakily coming into the library and angling for the front desk.
Isabel had been listening for the door so there really wasn't much of a chance for sneaking to happen. She put down the book she'd been shelving and headed out to the circulation desk, smiling when she recognized who it was. "Looking for something?"
Thursday arrived with a platter of food for aides and helpers to nibble on for the day. She then disappeared into Special Collections with a dictionary of pulp detective fiction and a garden hoe.
"Me? Nah," Peter said. While getting on tiptoe and peering over the library counter. Because he thought he was cute like that.
There might have been some admiring of the view. But not ogling. Because that would be tacky. "If you're looking to steal my lunch, you're too late. I already ate it."
"Have fun?" Isabel called after her.
Thursday poked her head back around the bookcase. "If you see vines growing out into the rest of the library, there's herbicide under the counter. Failing that, give it the best cliched whodunnit end monologue you can think of." Then she disappeared again, unlikely to return for the rest of the day.
"Darn it," Peter said, snapping his fingers as though disappointed. "You're on to me. Now what am I gonna eat?"
"I'll do that," she said, checking for the herbicide. Just in case...
"Well paper might technically count as fiber," Isabel pointed out. "Or if you ask very, very nicely, I might be persuaded to share the cookies I'd put aside for an afternoon snack."
"Can I have some cookies please?" Peter asked, giving her the puppy eyes. He batted his eyelashes for good measure.
Isabel hadn't realized that puppy eyes was a power that could be copied. "Damn, you're good at that," she laughed, heading behind the counter and retrieving the bag of cookies she'd gotten at J,GoB earlier.
"I've had practice," Peter said, grinning. He helped himself to a cookie, not caring that he'd already eaten one that he'd swiped from Willow's room. "Though I'll have to be honest. I'm here for more than your cookies."
"Oh?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "My wit and sparkling personality?"
"That too," Peter said. He leaned against the counter. "I need an application."
"An application? Didn't you get a library card when you first enrolled?" Isabel replied, nibbling a cookie thoughtfully.
"Yeah but I filled it out wrong," Peter said, smoothly. "I need another one."
"I see," she said, feeling oddly suspicious. Isabel reached for a clipboard and handed it over. "Here, fill it out and I'll process it for you right now."
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