George wasn't particularly cheerful at the moment. The fact that he had spend a good two hours in the storage had actually a little to do with it. Even the various attacks from Snapping Sunglasses that had somehow managed to escape from their boxes would've been tolerable, he was able to deal with them easily enough. It was just that some people deserved to be hexed with something incredibly nasty that caused at least as much of pain as they did to the poor, innocent customer servants who were trying to help them. Not that George was the type to get all grumpy over minor things like changing your mind just sixteen times (yes, George had counted them all), making him go to the storage each time (to assure you that no, we don't have that in a different shade of pink or yes, those really were the only patterns we have to offer) and then end up buying, well, nothing. Good thing was that people like her seemed to avoid rush hours, but still, he couldn't help but feeling the tiniest bit irritated as he returned back to his position behind the counter, leaning over it lazily.
"Ya two are having a blast there, aren't ya?" George called out matter-of-factly and glanced towards the somewhat backroom.