In the grass beside him are a couple of flowers with long slender stems and small blossoms. They've been partially twisted around each other.

He takes the book when offered and starts to casually peruse it while tapping his ash, making sure to avoid the pages. Sweeney's not that much of a dick. And it would be good to have more books on hand, now that there's a market for lending.

Without looking up, he speaks casually. "How much do ya want fer it?" After all, there had been a few initial offers.