[ She could protest that her clientele is mostly women and her primary trade is in sports bras and comfy robes, but that'd feel too much like trying to convince Iris to do something she might not be comfortable with. And Aranea can't help but respect anyone who knows what their boundaries are and draws them firm, so she gives a nod, pulls a business card out of her bag and leans over the counter to poach a pen. ]

Inventory day, then. You'll be the first call I make. In the meantime -

[ She scribbles her home phone number on the back of the card, along with a scrawling you can ask me anything and offers it to the girl. ]

I'll let you know if anything else behind the scenes comes up, and now you have the store address if you wanna check it out before you agree. Sound fair?