Nothing. [Quentin says with feeling, looking frustrated and a little angrily at the pile of books. As if this is somehow their fault for being so unhelpful for this, and he takes the book from Aziraphale carefully.] What were you looking for? That you didn't find?

Sure? You can take them, they're about - god, they're about nothing. Just, fiction or that one [he points at the smaller red one] is about growing carrots? Just carrots, nothing else. How is that even- I'm sorry. This is just very, very. Confusing?