It certainly is an interesting store, if not a profoundly confronting one. The colours are all bright and captivating, but he has no idea what most of them are meant to be, beyond the super obvious ones.

Dave's attention snaps upward when he gets called sir for the first time in his life. Oh, right, he's not just here to gawk, he's here to sell shit and hopefully earn this place enough money to get out and go do something less boring for a while.

"Safe? Like are they going to pull a gun on you or like are you worried about glass shards, uh, where the sun don't shine?" He picks one up and gives it a shake for emphasis. "The only thing you need to worry about is dropping them on the ground because they're expensive for a reason. Handcrafted and modeled after all kinds of mythical and unmythical beasts. Do you like beasts?"

He might yammer on like he knows what he's talking about, but he's dying inside.