"Shit, reading things in order is overrated anyway," she assures him, as if Sal the Cacophony cares enough about things like order and organization. Once they get to the comics section, she looks up to the high shelf. Thankfully, nobody else has come around yet to take the other copy of this book; she's about to reach up high and just grab it for him, but stops. Reconsiders.

"Hey, you like magic right? You want to fly up and grab it yourself?"

Sal shrugs and offers him her hand to take, because why the fuck not?