"Hah. That is awfully presumptuous of you. Assuming I can fit you in. I'm busy," she pointed out with a gesture to the display. "But lucky for you, we've made exceptions to our appointment rules, at least until after Halloween."
Jaime grinned. "Until then, my job is everything. The owner's a sarcastic ogre who misplaced his sense of humor like, thirty years ago," she continued, wondering if Balthazar was listening. If he was, he was probably laughing about it. Expressionlessly, of course.
"All right. If you get to a point where you'd like to do more than look, let me know. I'm here to help," she pointed out. Well, here to help, to set the store up, to work. And so on and so forth.