You look up as the ancient iron cow-bell jangles over your head …

‘Come on in, my lover,’ Jinny puts her knitting down on the counter and the cat promptly pulls several stitches off the needle

Now just what is ye be wantin’ then?
I got all sorts yere. Things folk do ask for, and things they don’t too,
but then it turns out they does arter all.
Now just what was it you said you’m lookin’ for?
Her spectacles drift down towards the end of her nose

What? Oh, there’s just about everything in here, somewhere.
I’s often not got a clue where though, lovey!
Things do put theirselves where they wants to be.
Then I comes down in the morning …
an’ tis like the ol’ shop had a cailleadh while I done sleepin’

String? … she ferreted in a drawer … tis in yere somewhere.
More ferreting … Mmm? Seeds? No. Candles?
She comes out of the drawer, her birds-nest hair slightly ruffled
Oh an’ the cough medicine’ll be over there aside you less it’s wandered off again.
No, lovie, herbs be in the dresser there beside you, leastways they was earlier…
Maps … yes … she waves an arm to the far corner