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Library [09/26]

There was music in the library today. It wasn't the same, loud, pervasive music that Jonothon normally opted to, however. Today it was almost like a whisper of music. Like a hundred little voices all joining together in song.

... Or, more accurately, the rustling of the pages of every book on the subject of music in the entire library, all rising up in glorious, but quiet, harmony.

They'd just finished Sound of Silence, and were moving on with Scarborough Fair when Jono came in, levelled that aisle with a look, and then shook his head and set to work shelving things. Occasionally, things that were singing at him.

Ah, Fandom.

[Open! And listening to Simon and Garfunkel.]

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But it had fairies in it!

Someday, when there were little blue sound-based Jono fairies fluttering about, he'd have you to thank for the inspiration, Rosalind.

//It took a bit of effort, but I think I managed to get them to all sing in key,// Jono replied, bemused. //More difficult than it looks, when you can't do any singing of yer own, you know.//

He had nothing to do with the singing, no.

"I'm sure," she replied dubious, arching an eyebrow. "Dare I ask what they're singing?"

//Right now?// Jono glanced toward the stacks, thoughtfully. //Sounds a bit like The Boxer, to me.//

Lai-la-lai!

//Group called Simon and Garfunkel. Some of Earth's more better-known musical talent.//

Rosalind followed his glance before shaking her head.

"I wouldn't know."

And, really, did she care? Music had never been a big thing to her.

//Well, you did ask,// Jono replied, giving his shoulders a shrug. //Really, now. There are worse things going on in th'world than singing books, gel.//

Like insulting onions. He was not a fan of the onions.

"Of course," she answered dryly. "However could I think singing books were the worst?"

//Temporary lapse in judgment. I'm willing to overlook it, just this once,// Jono decided. //Because I'm just that kind, luv.//

Yep. He was so kind. So she'd learn come Friday.

"Kind as a faery," she retorted, which would turn out to be a truer prediction than she knew. "One day I'll hold it against you."

Al whole bunch of them! Little and blue and made out of sound and with really funny lips!

//And yer not already, making me read those bloody books?// Jono nearly had a laugh, at that. //Really, I'd say that's you being vengeful enough.//

"That? That is nothing," she scoffed, because it wasn't in her scale of things.

//Well, now you've got me curious what would constitute something,// Jono pointed out.

"Use your imagination," Rosalind needled. "You've got one, haven't you?"

//Not anymore,// Jono replied. //I shovelled it out in order to make room for Pearl Jam lyrics, years ago.//

He had priorities, clearly.

//Yer going to have to help me along with this one, I think.//

"Why waste time telling you?" she asked, amused. "Now you can worry about it."

//Th'worry is half the punishment!// Jono was nearly laughing, now. As close as Jono ever could get, at least. //Just for that, whatever it is I'm worrying about better be blooy tame, luv. Bloody tame, indeed.//

"Do you really think I would tell you either way?"

Because, well...

//No, no, that would be entirely too easy, wouldn't it?//

And where would the fun be, right?

//Do you want th'third book for yer stupid faeries series or not?//

"I do," she sniffed, "and I've the second book for your edification."

//Brilliant.//

He was thrilled. Really.

//I've actually got th'third on hold for you. Wasn't expecting you to actually come for it, but then...// Well, he didn't want to have to go down that aisle and face down those sparkly covers any more than he absolutely had to.

"I came in order to ascertain you were still working," Rosalind replied loftily.

Or because he'd actually cared enough to track her down when she hadn't and so now she felt she had to, in a way.

"But I'll take the third book." For her hour a week of pointless entertainment.

//Really, yer putting me to work by making me get th'book for you,// he observed. //Next, you'll be demanding interpretive readings, won't you? I know how these things work.//

She pursed her lips, eyes amused--for Rosalind.

"Are you volunteering?" Dry dry dry!

//That depends entirely on what sort of affect doing so would have on my punishment,// Jono replied, sticking his nose into the air.

... So... It was possible that he was volunteering, yes.

"It might have the effect of lessening the severity of your punishment."

Because this could not be passed up.

//It might, mm?// Jono took a moment to look as though perhaps he was thinking it over. Really. Very hard, in fact. //Fine, then. Should I start with th'second book, or th'third?//

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