Mark nods. He selects a copy of Tales as well (because, zombies), and a copy of True Tales of the Guardians. He spies another book, The ESCapist, and on a whim, picks up a copy of it as well.
"We have this one at home," he says quietly to Enzo. "A version of it, at least. It's very good."
"Deal. I still owe you a copy of Science Dog anyway." He turns back to consider other titles, and is interrupted by a strange digitized grumbling from somewhere near the bottom of the logo on his chest. "I believe," he says dryly, "that our next stop has been decided. What's good to eat around here?"
"Works for me. Let's ring these out and go get some snackage." Mark tries not to think about how he's going to eat like this. He figures that it'll work itself out when he gets the food in front of him. He turns and heads toward the counter, purchases in hand.
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"We have this one at home," he says quietly to Enzo. "A version of it, at least. It's very good."
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Mmm, pub food.
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