Library, Monday [5/10]

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Gabrielle was a bit distracted on her way in today, head ducked slightly over a piece of parchment covered with the most horrendously illegible ink scrawl ever. ("Illegible" was relative here, of course, depending on who besides her could recognize that strange alphabet.) It wasn't because she was engrossed in what she was reading, because Joxer didn't have anything close to a talent for writing, but because . . . because it was a letter from Joxer, and the grammatical gaffes and misspellings and turns of phrase gone horribly wrong were not to be believed, and that was before you factored in the concentration necessary to make some kind of coherent sense out of the paragraphs.

As a result she nearly tripped over a thick volume that had somehow ended up on the floor near the returns bin rather than in it -- thanks, Joxer, did you manage to get klutzy-infused parchment somehow? -- and set the letter aside.

I Hate Chatty Food: Memoirs of a Blind Cyclops, read the title on the spine; a quick flip-through of the book revealed that yes, there were several chapters devoted to the chatty food in question, and none of them very flattering.

Mostly, though, Gabrielle was stuck on "How did he get a book deal?"

Honestly.

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OOC [5/10]

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This is what happens when I sit down and type when I'm still 90% asleep.