Sandy goes around her oasis, tidying the shelves, checking the register, and anything else to pass the time. She'd get the occasional tourist, but it wasn't much. When she hears the bell jingle and sees you, she smiles.

Sandy: "Ah, my best customer has come back, have you? Come, have a seat. I'll get a glass of milk for you, and we can chat about those caverns and the valley, hm? So tell me, how is Emily?" She smiles and looks attentively.