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Three minutes.

Three more minutes to go, and it was still hard to stop wanting to laugh my ass off whenever I turned my head to the left enough to see the shape of the wolf wearing the suit of chainmail and the dark purple cloak slung on his shoulders. One of Mason's paws rested on the hilt of his sword while the lupine stared straight ahead of him with a haughty expression frowning his muzzle. He didn't even have his MP3 plugs on.

I bit my tongue and turned to look to the right to try and escape from a laugh attack, and decided to look at Marge checking out her boobs instead. It looked like she was weighting them on her paws or something, and Crystal observed this curiously, her big mare eyes bright and amused, it seemed.

My tail looped about slowly as I chuckled, trying to ease the pre-opening tension a little.

"So, how come you two aren't dressed up as...uhh...temple virgins or witches or maidens to be rescued from the evil trolls by the handsome knight?" I smirked.

Marge's eyes flashed over to me and she snuffled.

"The Caledon Rocks costume shop had ran out of outfits due to massive increase in demand," she smirked.

Crystal nickered and tossed her blonde mane and made herself known.

"She's serious, all the Caledon Rocks fan shops have sold out," the mare snickered.

I was pretty sure that I heard Mason rumble onto my left, but I didn't turn to look at him to check the issue for the fear of ending up as a laughing piece of lion lying down on the floor behind the counter.

Two minutes.

"I would've really wanted to dress up as Alexandra, though," Crystal mused, rubbing fingers through her mane to make it fluffy and nice and falling gently over her neck.

"Who's that?" Marge spoke, blinking curiously at Crystal's comment.

"She's cool," I heard Mason speak, and I risked a look at the earring-wearing armoured wolf who still stood vigil over our oddly overcrowded counter.

Now that didn't help me too much.

"Oh, Alexandra is the battle witch mare who works for the Sacred Guard of the Princess Royal of Mandible," she waved her hand around energetically, "she was the one to lead the assault to free the trapped Lord Protector Wilbur from the underwater castle of the Marble Wizard."

I flicked my ears and snuffled good-naturedly, amused by the detail-

"She also helped to device the spells needed to counter the Great Stratagem of St. Percival but she fell victim to the Blue Fire at the Battle of the Caledon Keep and received a hero's burial," Mason added.

Marge smirked and her tail was equally amused, at least judging from the way it swayed along and threatened the structural integrity of the service counter.

"And did you wiki this, Crystal?" I asked the mare with a smile.

"Yeah, I couldn't keep up with what Mason was saying so I had to read up," Crystal chuckled.

One minute.

"Who's gonna open the door?" I asked, hoping to sound as cheerful and excited as the others.

Well, I was excited, I was, despite probably having more coffee than blood in my circulation, but it wasn't really the book, unlike the others. No, I was already thinking forward to next week, to...Victor!

Victor date!

Dobie date!

My tail made an appropriately cheerful loop behind me while I decided that the very idea of a nice date was more than enough to put a happy face to my muzzle. Whatever might come out of it, at least I was doing something that wasn't just ordinary and stale and so unlike the Rory Gliese I wanted to be, the Rory who was...well, he wasn't an artist or the like, nor was he brave enough to be a true Bohemian - as indicated by gay chic experimentation, but...well ,whatever, Rory was doing something exciting, soon, and he was going to get the best out of it.

I wondered whether it was healthy to think of yourself in the third person, but my musings were interrupted by Marge's voice.

"Oh, look!" she was pointing towards the shop door.

A face was pressed against the glass of the door, the broad muzzle of a brown bear wearing eye glasses, his nosepad glued to the glass while he peered into the well-lit interior of the bookstore.

"Wow, a customer!" Crystal admired.

"Must be a Caledon Rock customer!" Mason declared from my left, and judging from the clinging and clanging, he was buffing himself up as best as he could to appear as much like a knight wolf as the slim frat fellah ever could hope to.

"How're you so sure?" I asked him. "We do get customers early in the morning, too."

"It's the launch day, it must be!" Mason enthused, his eyes beaming.

My ears flicked as the silence of the room conveyed the little click of the minute paw of the electric clock moving to the maximum uppermost position, signalling that it was eight am.

"Showtime!" Marge declared as she shuffled past Crystal, already brandishing the key to the front door.

The rest of us checked out our shirt collars - or in Mason's case, his cloak collar - and I took the cash register out of the power saving mode and tapped my personnel code into it to make sure that every transaction made would be listed as being made by Rory Gliese serving whatever customer who had dared to venture into the madhouse that was Albrecht Brothers bookstore on this strange morning. Crystal simply lingered close since she was supposed to cover the floor and not to serve behind the counter, and Mason too was deserting his usual spot on the lower level counter, instead opting to...guard us from rabid fans, I suspected. I had to admit that he did look pretty good as he was, all decked out and excited about the prospect of helping out plenty of fans to get their paws into the book he himself was probably dying to get reading already. He must've been dying for the excitement, of the fact that a pile of the books stood there so near, waiting to be read while poor Mason was stuck here serving others to the book while he himself was not able to read it yet.

A cool draft tickled my whiskers when the door was opened by Marge. The brown bear was upon us within two seconds, giving longing looks between me and Marge and Mason and the cardboard knight standing out in the distance.

"Welcome to the Albrecht Brothers," Crystal beamed. "How may I help you?"

The bear's optically enlarged eyes turned to Mason.

"Wow, man, is it true that Mistwillow's coming HERE?" the bear yelped.

"Sure do!" Mason grinned.

"Oh man, I've got all his books, is he gonna do signing?" the bear asked, his face earnest and eager, his ears craving for an answer to that ultimate mystery.

"Of course, and a reading from the new book around noon," the wolf replied.

"Woo, fuck, man!" the bear exclaimed, and gave a quick glance to me and Crystal while he realized that he had cursed.

"You will find the Justice of Helios from the young adult section, just follow the sign," I chimed in, waving a paw towards the cardboard knight.

"Uh, thanks," the bear was already ambling towards his destination at his maximum speed, his small tail wagging madly.

All four of us followed the sight of the big bear going for a while before I turned to face Crystal and a newly arrived and key-waving Marge who too was smiling.

"At least we got one, and that's what counts," she smiled. "Not the fact that we'd sell a thousand copies."

"Look at him go, it's like he's going to see his newly born cub or something," Crystal rubbed her chin while she watched the bear go amusedly.

"I envy him," Mason grumbled, his fingertips playing with the hilt of his sword while he too watched how the bear ogled at the cardboard knight and princess for only a moment before he was coming back, a thick book held in big paws.

Seriously, he already had it open and he was reading the first page while walking mechanically towards us, one paw digging into his pocket for his money, perhaps.

I gave Marge a disbelieving look and flicked my ears, just before the bear stood in front of me.

"That'll be 27.99, please, "I spoke matter-of-factly.

The bear's lips moved slowly while he still read the book, giving me only a minute glance when he put three ten-dollar bills down to the counter. I quickly placed them into the cash register and returned the change and the receipt for the distant bear.

"Have a good read," I smiled, or at least tried to, but the bear didn't even turn to look at me when he received his change and was already going towards the door by the time I had closed down the cash register again.

We watched in silence how the bear disappeared into the street beyond.

Crystal snuffled, Marge chuckled and Mason was silent. I just stared a little before glancing to the clock. The whole ordeal had taken two minutes. It was two past eight am, and we had survived out first customer. That was a small victory of its own, in a sense. My tail flicked happily against Marge's calves while I shook my head quickly.

"He's gonna walk under a bus or something," I mused. "If he keeps doing that."

"Probably," Crystal chuckled. "That was...wow."

"I still envy him," Mason snuffled. "Lucky bear gets to read it right away."

"We've got this pretty well covered, why don't you take your book and go downstairs and pretend to work while reading?" Marge suggested with a glint to her eyes while smiling for the wolf.

"We won't tell," I winked.

There were many secrets going around here, after all, like...

a date!!!

Mason clattered as he turned to face us.

"Nah, I'll simply enjoy the few hours of extreme anticipation...it's so worth it!" the wolf grinned like a cub finding a long awaited X-Box from his wrapped Christmas present.

He was also rubbing his paws together and showing some teeth as he grinned dangerously. He was also the one with a sword, a play sword or not, but it was a sword. And an ear ring which I suspected to be something you clip on without actually having a piercing, but it added to the fierce image of him as the Beckett guy.

"Patience is a knightly virtue, I suppose," I smiled my best customer service smile at the wolf, just for the hell of it.

Wish I had more patience, too.

Damn Dobie date!

"It sure is," Mason replied, sounding a bit too serious.

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The clock ticked and the customers passed in and out. It didn't get very busy for a while, considering that potential Caledon Rocks clients were probably still at school or in college, although we did get a few eager moms and dads picking up the book for their kids, probably as a nice surprise to come to home to. It was still a trickle in the stream of customers, only a little side flow into the river of ever-changing faces and scents and fur tones.

"I'm sure your daughter will love it, ma'am," I smiled to a wolverine who had just received the small red carrier bag containing 935 recycled paper pages of high fantasy wrapped in leather pattern printed covers.

"As long as she doesn't forget doing her homework with her nose down in her new book!" Marge beamed from her side of the counter where she had just finished serving a wolf wanting to buy a Hungarian phrase book.

"Oh, she's 24, she took the day off from work to read," the wolverine replied with a smile as she stuffed her purse back into her handbag. "Thank you very much."

"It's my pleasure, ma'am," I flashed her my best smile.

"Ta ta," the wolverine rumbled and was off, passing a couple of iPod-enthusiastic school girl lions on her way out.

My ears gave a disbelieving flick while I tipped my head at Marge's direction and mouthed "ta ta" to her.

Marge snickered softly.

"Whatever floats the boat, muffin."

"She needs a big boat," Crystal commented from her vaguely determined position behind Marge.

"Don't you have any shelves to arrange?" Marge asked from the mare with a curious smile.

"Nah, the really messy customers haven't been in yet, it's not even twelve yet," Crystal replied.

"Mason, how many Caledon Rocks we've sold yet?" Marge chimed up for the brooding wolf who still stood in his old spot.

"It becomes fourteen with her," the wolf mused, "as well as one special edition gift set containing all the books and we also sold one copy of The Strategy of St. Percival and also two paperback copies of the The Mystic Cauldron."

"And that's against only two Twilight books sold yet!" Crystal neighed.

"Woo!" I enthused, simply because it felt great.

Like a date feels great!

"You can add one copy of Teach Yourself Hungarian to the tally," Marge flexed her claws, her thick tail making a happy loop behind her.

"You know any Hungarian, Mason?" Crystal teased.

The cloaked wolf's ears dropped.

"I only know my school Spanish and Swedish and my Icelandic is awful," the wolf pouted.

"Hey!" Crystal chuckled. "We should have a tally about that, too! What languages do we know exactly?"

I met the mare's amused and excited eyes and grinned.

"Well, Mason already shared his," I spoke, scratching my ear, "So I guess I put in my rusty French from school and my rusty German from college."

"I took French too, and a little bit in college as well," Marge replied. "Though I wouldn't trust my Spanish so much."

"So that leaves you," I spoke to Crystal.

"Well, I study English and Russian, as you ought to know," she fluttered her eyes coyly.

"Awww, only Mason and Crystal know really exotic guttural alien languages...," Marge pouted.

"Hei, Mason!" a purring voice chimed from somewhere, causing my ears to flick curiously.

The girls turned to look towards the doorway where a bespectacled lynx had just appeared, wearing a comfortable-looking beige winter jacket that was almost the same colour as his fur tone, and he wore some nice baggy pants and winter shoes and carried a backpack, and he certainly had a pierced ear that he flicked just as he entered.

I glimpsed at the wolf in question and saw that he was smiling.

"Hei, Haakon, hur står det till?" the wolf muttered in Scandinavian.

The lynx approached us slowly and made his stop near my end of the service counter, his thick tail swaying behind him in a small arch while the spotted Nordic cat grinned.

"Jeg har det bra, hvordan har du det?" the lynx replied, sounding even more guttural and strange than the wolf did.

"Just fine, thanks. Haakon."

Ohhh, so this was the mysterious lynx from Mason's numerous tales about good times had with his exchange student buddy.

"Hello, good morning," I smiled and nodded in greeting for the mysterious and cute new visitor.

The lynx's bright eyes looked at me through his slim metal-rimmed glasses and he nodded, flicking his pierced ear curiously. That really didn't look like a fake earring, that.

"Good morning," the lynx spoke, sounding vaguely British for some odd reason.

"Hi!" Marge purred, practically tackling me over to the side while she exchanged eyes with the handsome stranger. "You must be Mason's friend..."

"Heyah," even Crystal joined in at the greeting and ogling hassle while we all stared down the lynx who had really broad shoulders for a geek.

Maybe they fed something different to them in Norway...

Maybe he played hockey like a certain Dobie...

"Good morning to you all," the lynx smiled, showing some pearly teeth. "What are you snakkering here about?"

I raised a brow and flicked an ear, and Mason chuckled.

"Sorry, Scandinavian department humour," the wolf spoke almost bashfully while keeping his eyes on the subject of all of our attention.

"I was wondering what you all are talking about here with my friend Mason," the lynx spoke with his odd accent again.

"Ohh, we were just complimenting his armour," Marge grinned, her tail batting my calves. "He looks so much like...like..."

"He looks just like Beckett is described in the books," I interrupted the stammering cougar and gave a great Rory smile for the lynx. "He looks perfectly genuine alright."

The lynx's eyes lingered on the armoured wolf, his smile remaining wide and broad and playful and cute.

How did they make them this cute?

"Oh, yes, we had a great time setting it all up last night, didn't we, Mason?" the lynx smiled.

"Yeah, it was a riot," the lynx agreed, "really had to work to get his big footpaws stuffed into the old boots. Almost had to grease him up to get them out after the first try!"

"Then we got bigger boots," Mason's ears flattened a little. "Not as tight a fit."

"And a more accurate colour!" the lynx added.

He was still subjected to four curious pairs of eyes, poor boy, I thought while he gave a quick glimpse for Mason, and then the shop, and then me, and then back to Mason again.

"So I suppose that the books are over there?" he waved a sturdy paw towards the valiant sir Wilbur and the princess locked in their poses on the display stand.

"Yeah, yeah, go on, there's plenty, and I put the special edition there just for you," Mason grinned. "I hid mine under the counter already."

"Cool, man!" the lynx explained with a broad grin, and winked. "Finally getting to see how it ends, yeah?"

"No spoilers, man, promise?" Mason gave the lynx a playful glare.

"My lips are sealed," the lynx tapped a fingerpad over his lips before he gave - seriously- a tiny little bow for Marge and Mason and a smile for me before he headed out towards the shrine that was the book stand, the place for his geekful worship of fantasy literature.

I watched how his tail swayed, highlighting the very cute butt that was not hidden too badly by the back of the pants he was wearing. In fact, he was positively hugging them...or maybe, filling them up nicely, and the tail only helped to make it look even nicer.

My own tail made a happy number 9.

My something else very own gave an agreeable twitch and as the surge of warmth reached my cheeks, I decided that the lynx had an A - butt, and that minus came from the pants, and only the pants.

"Ymmm...."

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