On the heels of Cloud's squawk came the distinct sound of someone pointedly clearing his throat. Icy blue eyes surveyed the motley sextet, the proprietor the picture of composure and poise, not a thread out of place.

My, they were quite busy today. Familiar faces among them, but a couple newcomers as well. Still, his responsibilities were a higher priority than indulging his curiosity.

"Welcome to Enchanted Clothing. May I be of assistance?"

He quite hoped that Maraich's playful swat wasn't a portent of Atia's latest meddling, though considering how unusual it was for this many people to have gathered at Enchanted Clothing at once, he couldn't discount the possibility, either.