The door shut slowly behind her as Hestia walked further into the brightly colored and strangely quiet joke shop. She had been in the place plenty of times before, even as a customer for most of them. Rarely was she in the place when no one else was around. She walked toward the counter, the heels of her pumps clicking against the floor as she smiled brightly in greeting. She couldn't deny that Roger was quite the welcome sight upon entrance.
She dropped her bag at the floor beside the counter before shrugging off her cloak. Underneath she wore something simple, just a sheath dress and tights with black heels. But her hair was loose and fell around her shoulders in neat waves.
"I can deal with those two well enough," she responded as she leaned against the counter toward Roger. "A glass would be wonderful, though, Roger. I'm Hestia Jones, but I think you know this by now."