He'd just finished shading in the beak of the Platypus when the bell above the door went off. Taking just a second more to add a final detail, he glanced up and grinned at the familiar face. "Tiny people, I think," he chuckled, his eyes flicking back down to the drawing between them and considering it for a moment, "yeah, definitely tiny people."
He couldn't share the desire to own a platypus, but he could barely remember to look after the Pygmy Puffs ... who were virtually the easiest pet in the entire world, save a rock. Besides, he didn't even know what to classify a Platypus as. Reaching up, he stuck his pencil behind his ear and turned his full attention back to her. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" he asked, curiously. It'd been a while since he'd seen her last ... which reminded him that he had a certain pair of glasses laying about the shop for her.
"I've got your glasses, by the way, just got to find them again."