((So, just for the record, do we want this before or after Arthur wanders into Nimue's shop? I'm thinking after, but if it works better for you guys, I could always do before.))
Nimue was puttering around in the back of the store, since there weren't many customers. She'd fixed herself a bit of lunch and eaten most of it, reading a book and trying to plan out the rest of her week. She was thinking about taking an afternoon off at some point, but business was business, and closed shops didn't bring any. Or something like that. She was sure there was a saying in there somewhere.
She was stopped from further speculation by the faint tinkle of bells from the door. She set her plate on the table where she normally conducted "readings," and smiled briefly at the juxtaposition of an everyday white plate against the purple, fringed tablecloth that provided "ambiance." Back in the day, they didn't have to worry about ambiance.
She pushed through the curtains that separated the backroom from the main part of the store and smiled her saleswoman smile before she even saw her customers. "Welcome," she said brightly, moving toward the front of the store.