"Oh, I wasn't complaining, just making an observation.  And 'just wanting to get away' is a pretty accurate summary of my situation, I think.  Though, honestly you could say that I've been 'getting away' for the past 13 years or so."  His eyes widened a little with the realization of how that sounded.  "Not on the lamb or anything, just, you know, cursed with a bit of wanderlust and all."<br/><br/><em>Dumb-ass.</em><br/><br/>James nodded at her.  "Sure, I can split it like that, just give me a moment or two..."  He swipe one card and then the other, punching in numbers between them.  After a few moments he handed her several receipts.  "Just sign this one... okay, and that's your copy of that... now sign this one..."  He took a paper bag from under the counter and placed the book inside, along with a couple of fliers about upcoming releases and other literary events.  Once all was finished he held the bag out for her.  "There we go, I think that's everything."<br/><br/>He smiled.  "One of the perks of owning your own shop is you can close up whenever you like.  Not often, but every once in a while.  I think Tuesday's fine, say about one-ish?  And, is the Dinner Table okay?"