Scene From The Lunchroom.

Enter camwyn, who sits at a table, alone. She produces a copy of The Books of Magic trade paperback and a container of vegetarian Chinese takeout, and begins reading the first and eating the second.

Enter Co-Worker.

camwyn: Hey.
Co-Worker: Hey there. Good, it's quiet, none of the usual lunchtime crowd and noise.
camwyn: Yes. *continues reading*
Co-Worker: *eats for a bit* *begins talking*
camwyn: Mm. (This is code for 'I don't mean to be anti-social, but I was doing just fine before you came in, and you're not even sitting at my table. May I please continue to read in peace?)
Co-Worker: *talks some more*
camwyn: Ah, gotcha. (This is code for 'Apparently not. Well, I can multi-task if I have to. You have the attention of my right ear and its associated hemisphere of the brain, but the rest of me is busy with Mr. Gaiman, thanks.')
Co-Worker: Whatcha reading?
camwyn: A comic book.
Co-Worker: Ooh, what comic?
camwyn: *holds up book*
Co-Worker: That's a comic book?
camwyn: Yep. *thinks 'well, most folks I know who aren't in comic shops regularly aren't aware of TPB's either*
Co-Worker: Can I see? I won't get anything on it.
camwyn: Sure. *hands book over*
Co-Worker: *examines cover* Is this a real book of magic, or is it just called that?
camwyn *puts down fork* If I had a real book of magic, do you think I'd be reading it at work?
Co-Worker: *without even pausing* Yeah.
camwyn: ...
Co-Worker: ...because it'd be incomprehensible to everybody else here, so you'd know no one would figure out what it was.
camwyn: *laughs* You're probably right.
Co-Worker: *turns to one of the painted sections* YOu're sure this is a comic book?