There is a comics shop in Charlottetown. No, there are two shops for comics here. We went downstairs to Lightning Bolt, one of them. A small room, full of comic books, trade paperbacks, and plastic figures of unknown-to-me franchises. We were greeted cheerfully by the proprietor, Daryl (who is really called Dylan; see below in comments), who some online reviewer called “stereotype comic book guy”, and that would not be off the mark. Asked to show his comic books, and perhaps recommend something, Daryl proceeded to expertly guide us through his merchandise. Further into the dungeon, a trading card game was in full, silent swing.

I have many friends in the role-playing game/comic book subculture. They all like “the same things” on their pop culture plate. Talking to this guy was like talking to someone I already knew. Uncanny. But very friendly, homely.

(The US dollar influenced the prices in a customer-friendly way, too. In Europe, buying these comics costs twice as much. But people still do; it’s still excellent literature. We bought some good ones.)