"I'm not sure. I think I'd like to just take a quick look around"
"Very well, but be careful" the woman warned, locking Emily with a stare almost supernatural in depth. "The items in this shop are rarely what they appear to be and may affect you in more ways than you can imagine!"
"Yeah sure, I'll be careful." Emily patronized, and walked off quickly toward the other end of the shop.
"You always were one for dramatics..." a gravely voice whispered as Emily walked away out of ear-shot. "How about just saying 'You break it, you buy it'?"
"Oh shush." the woman huffed. Scolding the much older and wizened head that pulled itself from her shoulder. "I'm sure she'll be fine. She looks like a perfectly responsible young woman."
"As long as she's a responsible young woman with money," the other head gruffly replied, "The day of reckoning is coming closer, and I don't want to be the one that has to take the great one's wrath again."
"Oh pish-tush, we get the rent to Mr. Sanderson on time every month. Or close enough to on time without your meddling. Now your belly-aching won't make more customers come through our doors. Why do you think I take such care to hide you during business hours?"
"So be it wench. But don't say I didn't warn you when we get caught up in another fiasco like last April in Tuscaloosa. I was the one left scrubbing ink out of the hot-tub for weeks!"
"And rightfully so. It was all your fault for startling that poor customer. If you had just let me handle it I could have had those tentacles off him in a jiffy."
"Suuuure you would..."