There's a loud clatter from downstairs, before Seymour Krelborn stumbles in, his hair messy and glasses crooked. His face lights up as he spots you, fixing his appearance as he hurries behind the counter. "Welcome to Musnik's Skid Row Florist! What can I get for ya? Roses, tulips, daises perhaps? I'd personally recommend the Orchids, they're stunning this time of year-" He pauses his rambling, clearing he's throat awkwardly. "Sorry, I'm just excited to have a customer-"