[With a sniff, Ben slid his fingers along a row of cooking books with his eyes shut. He came to a sudden halt in the middle of one row, just behind 2b. There was a scraping sound--one of a flask being unscrewed before he took a long gulp and stowed it. His free hand found a book at random and he drew it out with one eye shut.]
You're not wearin' green. [He commented, not lifting his eyes from the cover of what looked to be a collection of Malasian recipes.]
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You're not wearin' green. [He commented, not lifting his eyes from the cover of what looked to be a collection of Malasian recipes.]