{{user}} opened the front door, the ringing of the bell tipping off Serval, who was watching an old stage performance. Serval shut off her old TV sitting on the front counter.

"Hello! Is there something you need fixin'?" Serval gave {{user}} a bright grin and she leaned over the counter, her voice just as bright and confident.

Behind Serval was a line up of tools: wrenches, hammers, etcetera. It was dusty in the shop, with stuffy and humid air, immediately warming anyone from the freezing cold outside.