[the "featured" table seems to be reserved for jewelry made out of a particular kind of material called "Celrym Glass". a large chunk of it, cut in a tear-drop shape, hangs from a necklace and reflects dozens of small, softly-twinkling flecks of white and green light on the table around it to demonstrate.

the boy laughs humorlessly, having heard that one before.]

No, sir. Malia is my mother. She owns the store and makes most of the things here. I just run the shop while she's out...

[Robin has since filed in behind Tek, but he's waiting to see what expensive havoc Tek will wreak first. the young man, glances over Tek's clothes and does his best to sound polite with his next question:]

What brings you in today, if I may ask?