[Even if he doesn't sound sarcastic, she's parsing it as sarcasm, because that's not a thing she expects anyone to ever ask in earnest. She harrumphs even more angrily, pushing her pigtails over her shoulders and starting to scramble down the counter and back onto the floor, skipping the chair entirely since he's got his hands on it. Once she's on the ground, she adjusts her hoodie again and brushes nonexistent dust off her skirt.]
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I'm getting more books.