"I know, really I do, I'm sorry," She apologized, fingers continuing to tickle at the cat who was obviously enjoying himself. Until the cat knocked over some magazines and the owner of said magazines glared in their general direction and muttered something she couldn't hear. "Sorry!" She squeaked again, hurriedly bending down to clean up the mess. The change in elevation wasn't nice to her head, and she she moaned softly, closing her eyes for a moment against the pain as her head started to pound. She'd just gotten the pain under control when he got his results and she bolted right back up again, the magazines in her hands fell right back to the floor as she winced at the increased pounding. Perhaps shopping while hungover hadn't been the best idea.<br/><br/>"We were, the best, at the moment, I'm not so sure," She admitted. "We had a fight last night, I think." She hoped more accurately. A yelling, screaming, no force possible because they were both too drunk fight would be much better than what she feared. "I've been saving up since she first saw it. I was gonna surprise her with it at Christmas. I would have known the title then, this was just so sudden," She was babbling. Why was she babbling? "Anyway, if you let me look at it? I'm sure I'd know it it I saw it. I do a lot better with things I can see and touch than with words. By the time we'd gotten back from college I'd forgotten at least half my classmates names, and my class wasn't even very big."<br/><br/>God, how much of a dunce did that make her look like? Babbling more at this point would only make it worse though. She cleared her throat, turning her attention back to the cat for a moment so she could collect herself before looking back towards him. "So, book?"