Library, Wednesday
There was definitely a theme going on in the library today. Not that Peridot could put a finger on it, exactly. A lot of books were kind of bowing and backing away, letting a bunch of other books come to the forefront of their respective shelves. At first she thought it might be a genre thing, but that didn't turn out to be correct. Then she checked to see if they were paperbacks versus hardcovers, or maybe if it had something to do with the date of publication. No, no, and nope.
If only Peridot understood human naming conventions better, she'd realize that all the books with male authors were bowing and stepping back today so that patrons of the library could discover something wonderful written by a woman.
Since she didn't, this mystery was going to just drive her more and more batty throughout the day.
[OOC: Women's daaaaay. And so I reserve the right to be lazy and go OCD-free today, mwaha. Open!]
If only Peridot understood human naming conventions better, she'd realize that all the books with male authors were bowing and stepping back today so that patrons of the library could discover something wonderful written by a woman.
Since she didn't, this mystery was going to just drive her more and more batty throughout the day.
[OOC: Women's daaaaay. And so I reserve the right to be lazy and go OCD-free today, mwaha. Open!]