[ His hands rest on his hips while she rattles off the increasingly unimpressive puns, his frown creasing his brow further with each passing second. By the time she gets to the end he heaves out a sigh, turning back towards the shop to approach the door. ]

I'm going to ask for some clarification.

[ He leans inside to poke his head in, looking left, then right, then into the back.

...

Huh.

He leans back out, visibly more perplexed than ever. ]

He isn't here. Come to think of it... I haven't seen or heard from him once since we started.

... Are we sure that man was actually the shopkeeper?