Andrew quickly looked up when he heard the little bell over the door ring, then smiled when he saw none other than the Dawnster walk in to the shop. "Hey there, Dawnie," he said, closing the book and setting it aside. "Yep. This is the place that pays me. What are you doing around here?"
He was honestly curious as to what had brought her down to Ye Olde Magick Shoppe, not that that was what it was called, thank Yoda.
"Just sort of out and about and making with the mischief?" he asked. Okay, so Dawn probably wasn't making with the misch-- okay, so it was totally likely. But hopefully after all the species changes she'd been through over the past couple years, she'd have learned better than mischief making.
Except, oh crapadoodle. This was a younger version of her than he was used to, if he was remembering right. Oh well, maybe this time she'd learn before sleeping with an Threewise.