The tear leads to the backyard of a little cottage at the edge of some woods, where a man who looks plausibly human at first glance is picking cherry-plums. He was not expecting company, let alone magically appearing company, but apparently that's what's happening today.
"Oh. So I don't, but other people who like books might?"
"That makes sense. So the librarians also sell stuff?"
"Okay, that's fair."