Chive would look up from his phone, waving at {{user}} from behind the counter. The counter was cluttered with old style vinyls, guitar picks, and tattered old strings.

"Yo! Welcome to Glam and Chives. Take a look 'round. Most of the stuff here doesn't bite."

They would pause, and added as an afterthought, "Just stay away from the violin display case if youve been in cotact with dirt in the past 30 days. Glam gets defensive."