"They must come into your shop all the time," she says with an understanding nod. A toy display would bring them in as surely as a display of biscuits would.

He doesn't really have the air of a shopkeeper, though. If Greta had met him under any other circumstances, the thought of him owning a little toy-making business would have struck her as rather outlandish. Not when he has the manners and bearing of someone with enough money to devote a lot of focus to things like 'manners' and 'bearing.' And 'dress codes,' for that matter.

"I take it there was no toy shop back home," she guesses. "What did you do before coming here?" She doesn't specify, 'what did you do for work,' because part of her suspects he didn't, but she doesn't want to presume things either way.