"Come on in!" Stacey called out, setting down a chair for Luna next to the seat she was going to be sitting in for the work. "We're just getting set up."
Meatball was puttering around the booth, gathering ink and preparing the gun, barely glancing over his shoulder at the visitor. Stacey had let him know that they might have an observer when they had originally started talking about her latest ink, but the older wizard had never minded being watched while he worked.
Smiling at the other woman, Stacey asked, "We tend to put on music while we work - do you have any preferences?"