>Be Anon.
>And right now, you're bored out of your mind.
>One customer is browsing the shelves near the back of the small shop while you lazily lean against the cashier counter.
>To your side is one particular bat pony, lazing on a sofa by a coffee table with her belly upwards, a book in her face.
"Echo, this is a book store, not a library."
>"Nnn," she mumbles, not doing much more than acknowledging your presence.
>You sigh.
"Seriously, put the book back. Knowing you, you're going to ruin it."
>"Nnnnnnn..." she whines, dropping the book to her side and squirming in annoyance.
"Alright, alright. Fine, just... don't ruin the book."
>You're pretty sure she just fell asleep, but oh well.
>You're interrupted from your dilemma with the ringing of your front door opening.
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>Sure enough, another bat pony stares at you from above the 'Welcome" mat.
>"Oh, hey Anon, Echo. Just came by to pick something up," Mosina says, adjusting her spectacles.
>"Mmm." Echo acknowledges from her lazy haze.
"Hey Mosina," you say, monotonously. "Anything in particular? Not that I can help."
>She rolls her eyes.
>"You run the only bookstore in Canterlot and yet you know nothing about books."
>You shrug.
>You didn't ask for a monopoly.
"Cry me a river."
>Ignoring your remark, Mosina walks up to the counter and glances over to Echo curiously before looking at you.
>"So, what is your opinion on H.P. Hoofcraft?"
>You shrug.
"He's an author."
>"Yes," Mosina says, letting out a sigh. "But what of his work? Do you think the recent Sea Rich's stuff can live up?"
"Eh."
>"...Nothing?" she says, perhaps expecting your empty hands.
>She begins to walk off to browse the shelves of books.
>"What about his 'Song of Depths?' I heard it was decent."
>You don't think she learns.
"It's a book."
>"What about you, Echo?"
>"Mmbrbgh."
>You grab a piece of paper, rip off a small corner, ball it up and throw it at Echo's exposed tummy.
>"No," she mumbles.
 
>A few minutes pass before Mosina returns from the labyrinth of books with one tucked under her right wing.
>She walks up to the couch Echo is on and plops herself down beside Echo's comatose figure.
>"The 'Fire Mirror', by Sea Rich. I heard this one was good, too," she says, taking out her book and opening the cover to begin reading.
>Sometimes, you don't think she ever listens to you.
"Mosina."
>"Yes?" she answers, not looking up from her novel.
"Remember. Bookstore, not library."
>"Mhmm," she humms, ignoring you.
>Half an hour passes with relative silence, barring the turning of her pages, Echo's soft snoring and the occasional customer coming in to purchase something.
>She's still reading her novel, seemingly with no intention to stop.
>Jokes on her, though, you've been preparing.
>Picking up one tiny ball of paper from dozens you've created, you throw it at the back of Mosina's head.
>Unfortunately, it got stuck in her ponytail, and she didn't seem to notice.
>You throw three more at the same time.
>That got her attention.
>"Huh? Oh! I seemed to have drifted--AAH!"
>You surprise her with a face full of paper confetti, causing her to scream and screech.
>"Anon! What the hell!"
>Echo is up now beside her, snickering to herself.
>"Hehehe--you got balls to the face," Echo laughs.
>Mosina tries to shake the paper out of her mane but you bombard her with more.
>One positive thing about working in a book store is the abundance of paper.
 
>"Alright! I'll pay! I always do, please stop!"
>You chuck another small handful, Echo giggling all the way.
"I aint seeing any money, dorkbat!"
>"Okay, sheesh! Here you go!" she whines, flinging some bits onto your counter through your relentless assault.
>Finally, you stop, paper balls all over Mosina and the floor.
>Muttering to herself, she grabs her book and marches out of the store.
>She'll be back.
>You look to Echo, who is now eying all the mess.
"I aint paying you to laze around, Echo."
>"You're not paying me anything."
"Clean this up and I'll buy you extra fruit."
>At this, she brightens up and rushes to the back of your store to fetch a broom.