Your hostess, Maggie, greets you at the door, thrilled to have the company - Man, this place is a MESS, but it has potential!
"Hey, Darlin', you're customer number . Business is picking up! Welcome to Maggie's Café" she says, "a great place to kick back and relax Southern Style. Or, at least it will be, once I get this old place fixed up just a bit. It's been empty awhile, you see..."
NOTE: While Maggie won't outright lie to you, she does tend toward "embellishment" from time to time. Sometimes it says a gozillion visitors, sometimes it says none. Might as well ask Maggie her true age!
She stretches to knock a cobweb off the blade of a ceiling fan.
"This neighborhood's been needing a good place to just settle in and swap stories."
She hardly let's you get a word in edgewise!
"Listen, while I finish up this little bit of dusting, you
just come on in the
"Must you go so soon? Well, darn... Sugar, you ought to slow down some! Take a minute, smell the roses, you know?"
She smiles warmly, picks up the tattered ostrich feather duster again, and goes back to work... slooowly!