"I'm sure you'll see them soon," he answered. "It seems really big at first, but once you get the hang of it, it starts to feel more homey."
He grinned as the snowflakes spiraled above their heads. "Well I'm pretty much always open," he told her. "Sometimes people skip me because nothing lights up, or flashes, or is edible. But I'm pretty proud of it, and I like showing it off." The flakes settled onto the floor as the wind died around them, and he let them lie.
"If you'd like," he answered, smiling slightly. "And if there isn't, there should be. We can get t-shirts."