[In a move that was either anticipated on a generic level or simply a matter of inevitability, Ben instated that no--he didn't catch the end of that as sarcastic at all. He gave Bebe a genuinely confused aside look and stopped at the last page of the book he had been thumbing through, looking past the index.]
...You own shamrock-patterned leggings?
[It was entirely up to him to take bait designed not to be taken. Bebe was one of the many unfortunate librarians/bookstore employees to meet Ben when he was fresh out of bed and fully awake.]
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...You own shamrock-patterned leggings?
[It was entirely up to him to take bait designed not to be taken. Bebe was one of the many unfortunate librarians/bookstore employees to meet Ben when he was fresh out of bed and fully awake.]