"Okay I really don't like the way you said that. Makes me think you're going to do something like lead me into the dinosaur section just to be an ass," Owen muttered under his breath, side-eyeing the librarian before focusing on the pixies again.

He could worry about the other's plans later. For now, the young man ducked slightly to avoid the others picking at his hair as best as he could, taking one slow step and then another down the aisle. His gaze flitted from one pixie to the next, pausing every now and then when it seemed like he might have pissed them off, hesitating before he continued on.

Just a few steps more and he'd be close enough to the book to grab it, his gaze solely focused on it.

So much so that he didn't notice the pixies tugging at another book, drawing it from the shelf and carrying it towards Own to hold it over the man's head as they chittered excitedly. Owen frowned at the sound and the suddenly drop of water he felt that was quickly followed by another, then another. He froze in place, hand outstretched towards the book as he slowly glanced up--

And promptly was doused in salt water.