It's for Emily and Rosie's sake that he's come into the bookstore at all. Not that he doesn't like them or anything like that, but he hadn't been intending on stopping in until the girls caught sight of a colorful display in the window, advertising some latest offering in a children's series. He's pretty sure they haven't even read the others yet, but if they want to look at the pictures, he can't object, even if it means he'll almost certainly wind up leaving having purchased the whole set of them.

Once he's seen them back to the children's section, he wanders a little — not so far that they'll worry, but enough to glance over books that don't have pictures in them, that are more than just a couple dozen pages long. In doing so, he doesn't notice the woman until she's already bumped into him, wincing slightly, though it's only in apology. "It's fine," he assures her, shaking his head, expression easing into a small smile. "Don't worry about it. No harm done."