A soft giggle answered him, drifting down from somewhere above his head.<br/><br/>"You like books, mister?"<br/><br/>The speaking, a blonde girl of maybe nine or ten, in a blue dress with a white pinafore, kicked her booted feet over one side of a section of shelving as she grinned down at him from her lofty perch.  There was no way to disguise the large cat-like ears on her hairband.<br/><br/>"Careful!  Some of them bite.  And the Liebrairians get cross when people try to read the wrong ones."