Book-it in the business club! (Invite!)

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It wasn't a particularly busy day today. It seemed cloudy outside and at any given point in time, it might rain soon. Mamoru was working alone, the most he needed people after school hours as it could be busy after school hours and he needed people at the weekend. It would be nice to have an assistant during some parts of the days but he couldn't pay yet for everything at that point. It was already going well with the delivery service but he needed to get the money portion out of the investment. That would happen eventually, but it would take time. He was glad that they now had a website and that everything seemed to go well but he should learn how to do better. Maybe work on workshops here, what would people like? What would he like, spending more time with people did not always seem like a great idea. As well as that it depended on the person. He could do calligraphy, he could do research courses because he was rather good at that. Poetry? Just literature readings or something, a book club? Were people actually interested in that with strangers and meet up here? Maybe he should rebuild, but he needed money for that.

He was looking at the laptop that he had sort of installed at the corner of the desk that he used for the cash register and the other register, such as writing down which books he sold. He did that by hand, he could, of course, do it on the laptop but he used that for literally only the online requests and financial support from the government. Mamoru looked up though when someone greeted the people in the store, seeing as he was the only one in there, really shitty visiting hour, he was the one inclined to reply. What a showman, certainly a surprise to see such a person in the book store, but then again you should not judge a book by its cover. Everyone could like some sort of book, you just had to fight your right type and everyone could buy books for people they like.

Mamoru thought for a second, healing herbs? Medical herbs? Hm. "Depends on how you want it, so to say?" Do they wanted just flowers, did they want it in the green magic type of way, because that would be in the back of the shop. But he came around the desk that he used and beckoned the customer to walk with him to come and look at the section of biology. The section wasn't that big and he winced at it, maybe he should pick up the other books. There was not much here that was just healing or medicine from plants. "Second, I think I have something in the back." The Occult shop wasn't exactly hidden but not everyone was exactly happy or open to visit such stores so he would get it himself. The thick book was literally called Green Magic, while the smaller was called the language of flowers. He liked the smaller one more, as it was about the size of a neat looking notebook and had room for scribbles. He took it with him and put them on the desk in the bookstore. "These might be better?"

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Though the hint of wiccan in the writing of the plant books was mild, and still could explain most of the old knowledge of how herb healing did work. He himself was interested in it as a child, but had not used it too often. It was surprising for a boy or now a young man with no green fingers at all to be able to keep the herb garden alive and to be able to keep the herb shop so to say alive as well. For as long as people needed it, he would provide, he wouldn't really be or have that much as an apothecary and he wouldn't have everything, you could also buy fresh mint here or rosemary but it was just everything and a bit of nothing at the same time. He hated how dull these moments were where most people were at work and yet he had to keep his shop open, he vouched to keep the shop open for longer hours as he had nothing to do in the evening anyway but it was... He did not actually know what it was, maybe dull? Stupid? Pathetic, everything to make his shop running? He was wondering if he was doing the right thing and then he realized the strange conversation from a few days ago.

Right, not now, he was being talked to and he had to answer the questions. "They have more in the index and the remedies that you might look for are in an index in the back, in both options." Though the flower one of course much smaller than the one with all sorts of herbs, plants, vegetables even. As the man inspected both books, Mamoru wondered if he should have done so when the previous customer had mentioned a herb or spice actually that he did not know. It was maybe a sort of mandrake he had not heard about, from Europe maybe? Spain most likely. "Oh, this hasn't been around that long, six months maybe?" Was six months long for a store, "It was a herb shop before. From my parents and it took a bit to redecorate and get the books." You did not start a bookstore out of nothing or an occult one for that matter. He took the bigger book and went to look at the index, "Mind you some customer mentioned a spice I did not know." He knew a lot of things, was actually proud of remembering and knowing quite a few things but seriously, "Spanish spice." He muttered under his breath while trying to find it, did it even exist?

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He was explaining the books, he preferred the Wiccan books for this particular reason, as if biologists thought you would find everything with thinking straight, but yet they did not even write it all in alphabetic order and sometimes used Latin names, not every idiot knew the Latin names of herbs and flowers, not even Mamoru and he studied it from time to time. It was definitely Mamoru's bias showing. He was glad to hear that the business would do well, technically it was weird that a stranger telling him that was giving him some confidence, but he needed to hear it from new customers with the full intention and full hope that they might return one day. But indeed, the roots were here and old people still read books the most instead of all those internet things, though he sold things for that too, another pretty easy invention after having a website. One day Mamoru would be modern, he just hated the idea.

"I think so," he mused when Finn out loud said it might be a Spanish mixture of herbs of some sort. "It's just and I quote that a customer said his friend was taking too much Spanish spice and it was making her sick. And I did not really know what he meant, surely it wasn't part of the conversation of he was looking for, but now that you are looking at those books it reminded me that I wanted to look it up. But indeed it's not in here, it must be something someone made from a mixture or so." But he did not know any particular Spanish spices, then again he had never been to Spain or colonies of Spain... let's not go that way. "Hm, I wonder what would be in that, but it was just a rouse of interest, sorry." He apologized for using the book he was about to sell for something completely different, it was a little silly like that.