"Ethlyn! It's always a good time for you. Come in, come in!"

For a man that Ethlyn must know hasn't worked a proper job a day in his life, Claude looks entirely too comfortable at the desk he's set up behind the counter, no longer wishing to clutter his precious workspace with the frankly criminal amount of paperwork that he has to get through in order to run this place properly -- and hopefully at a profit, or else a lot of this effort will be in vain. He hops to his feet, rubbing some stray ink off of the curve of his palm and sticking his pen behind his ear.

"Ooh!" He makes a beeline to greet her warmly, peering nosily at her wares. "And you brought gifts! Come on and have a seat -- I'll boil some water for tea."