[His face perks up to hear that his belongings might actually be anywhere - really, it was dumb hopefulness that they wouldn't be anything else but stolen by whoever... stole him. Though his expression begins to fall a bit when the words 'in the shops' come in, but it's distracted when she says the book is his. He looks at hers and then the one in his hand.]
We got books? Why?
[He hasn't actually... looked in the things yet. Shifting his clothes under his arms, he tries to open it up to take a look now.]
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We got books? Why?
[He hasn't actually... looked in the things yet. Shifting his clothes under his arms, he tries to open it up to take a look now.]