"Of course you are. You got lucky-- you've a normal name." Maybe, secretly, her teenaged self was still slightly jealous of the fact that all of the other people she'd known at school had had relatively normal names. Nothing that could be changed into 'Nymphadora the Nymphomaniac' or anything of the like.
Of course, she couldn't hold her mother's momentary brush with insanity against others.
"Oh, you make things as well?" Dora asked the other woman. "Well, what do you recommend then?" As if she hadn't already taken one of almost everything in the store. She was willing to try something new.