Janet’s fingers brushed along the spine of the book, before she flipped it open to the first photo of brie.
“Not that one.” It was like a buzzed whisper, not quite a hiss, from the other side of the bookstore. Janet ignored it and turned to the first recipe.
“Bland.” She heard the buzz again and this time couldn’t help but turn to look over her shoulder. No one was down the aisle of books, and on the other side it was just the shopkeeper seemingly consumed with his computer.
Janet put the book in her basket.
“I can’t allow it.” The buzz had turned into a distinct voice, and when she looked back at the shopkeeper he was no longer looking at the computer. Instead, he was holding out a different book towards Janet, another one about brie.
“Now this one, is anything but bland.”
Janet looked down at the book in her basket. “Then why do you sell this one at all?”
The shopkeeper laughed, gesturing around the store. “A whole shop devoted to cookbooks. Had to find something to fill the shelves.”
Janet chuckled and reached for the book, flipping through the pages. “There’s no pictures,” she observed.
“Well–” the shopkeeper raised an eyebrow. “Are you going to marvel at it, or cook with it?”
The shopkeeper beamed. “Then I’ll just ring up both of them, how does that sound?”
“Sounds like you’re good at your job. No wonder you’ve managed to keep this shop open.”
“Gift wrapping?” he offered. “50% off for such a kind customer.”
Janet shook her head with amusement. “Don’t push it.”