'Good morning!' Daylen replied amiably, while giving the shelves around him a cursory examination. Rufus gave a friendly bark. He was a very large dog, but his intelligence made him a very well-behaved one, as well. He stuck close to Daylen, periodically looking one way or another and giving the air a good sniff. At the mention of the ghost in the jar, his ears pricked up. Daylen leaned down to pat his head, reassuringly.
'We don't have a holiday quite like this where I'm from either,' he remarked. All Souls' Day was a more serious occasion, and while he could see that Night Vale was building up to something, there were no signs that it would be as wild as Satinalia. 'It seems strange, celebrating things that they're afraid of.' Ghosts ranked fairly low on Daylen's personal scale of scariness, but he knew that his experiences weren't exactly typical. 'I'm sure you'll get it right, though,' he added, gesturing towards the jar. 'Perhaps changing the type of seal on the jar would make a difference?' He had been in town long enough to know that he couldn't assume that what worked for one mage here would work for another, but there were general principles that held. Usually.
Rufus barked again at Caleb's question, and Daylen grinned. 'Well, he wants some treats, and I'm here to pick out a few useful potions. You can never have too many.' Daylen's cluttered countertop back at his apartment was testament to that. 'Have you anything new in that you'd recommend?'