"Not the novels!" Clarence gasped dramatically, her attention quickly fled to the writer, "Bring me the ruined pieces and I'll try to redraw what I can!"

She was willing to admit that she occasionally read Estelle's Yaoi novels. The occasional male gay couple romance story wasn't such a bad thing now was it? It wasn't like she actually knew the writer anyways, but Clarience knew she lived here, and there could only be one.

"This is on me, no cost at all!" She slipped to the back of the shop to grab an ink pen and paper. Quickly, she returned and slammed it on the counter, "Quick! When is the novel due?"