A few rows down, he found a large section of books that were in French and he nearly picked the section clean. Most of them were translated works of poetry from various authors but he managed to find some older folklore books. The weight of the basket was getting to be a bit much though so after another loop around the floor, he returned back to Alexandre with the full basket and then a few extra books under his arm.
"A good start I think, my petit ange. Did you see anything that you were interested in?" He'd grabbed just one or two small cookbooks, not that he really knew how to use a kitchen yet but, he wanted to try and keep up the illusion that he could cook and just preferred the other's cooking instead.
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