Archer
"Here, let me get you an estimate," Archer said as he sat down at his computer and began to type.
He made sure to keep Avalon Repairs' records very clean and detailed. He kept both hard copies and digital files of his work here. It was a defensive measure to show that the sarcastic yet fairly mild mannered repair man wasn't the "Red Ranger" vigilante. Even now he found that some habits died hard and that he couldn't turn away someone who needed help.
After a moment he handed the young woman a print out with a reasonably fair receipt listing cost which included labor and parts.
"Please let me know if you would like me to handle your repair," Archer said when he heard three knocks at the door, each one growing louder and louder.
He stood up, sighed and said, "Excuse me, someone else is at my door. I'll be right back."
Forest
Forest blinked as her cheek was kissed and replied mentally, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry. I'm pretty new here and this place is wild and unlike anything I've known.
Once they reached the bar, Forest chuckled and said, "Orange juice, please!"
Now, about this place . . . what do you offer? Her question was soft, more than a bit unsure and nervous. Like could I request something that falls into "supernatural doujin territory"?