"Oh, you must have been in the rainforests, then! How marvelous. What research took you there?" He inquired while he paused to tug a book off of one of the shelves. Dolmar. Not quite. An astronomy text, as well. No good. He returned it to its dusty home and continued to trail after Jo, nodding while she spoke.

"Yes, I have a colleague who's an ex-pat who writes about the odd magical practices of the natives there. Sadly, it was a trip for business purposes, but I do hope to return there to fully enjoy its beauty." Then again, his bookshop was his life, and he wasn't one to take vacations. He would likely have to settle with the brief cultural experiences that fetching and delivering new texts brought.

Zach's eyebrow quirked a bit at Miss Smith's suggestive tone, but, like many things, the notion went clear over his head. Poor fellow took her words at face value. "Yes, I daresay you probably are," he commented with a dash of warm laughter.