Daff led the way back into the shop front. It was a little dim now with the curtains drawn, but the lamps were lit and there was enough light filtering through the thin blue fabric that it was easy enough to see. She certainly didn't need anybody getting nosy and peering in. Not that anything questionable was going on, but there was no need to invite any unnecessary third parties into the situation.

"This whole wall is going to be plants, fresh cut flowers for arrangements, probably Hector in a corner somewhere." She gestured at the half-yellow wall she was still working on. "I want Zinnia do to a mural behind the till." Hopefully her sister wouldn't mind. "I'm going to sell her paintings too." The shop wasn't going to be quite like anything she had ever been in, a florist and a gift shop combined? A place for local artists and artisans who didn't have their own fronts to utilize. "Mr. Honeyduke is going to have his own stand over there, we've come to an agreement on that." Daff pointed to the corner next to the till. It was big enough for its own set of shelves and a good-sized display of sweets and treats. "I think this wall will be other independent businesses?" She hummed out, looking at the smaller wall of the shop, trying to imagine what she might use it for. "Maybe I'll sell herbs and other household plants." Good for the kitchen or simply for keeping in a sitting room.

While she spoke, she gestured widely at the spaces she spoke of, trying to describe her vision, as incomplete and ever-changing as it was. "I want a large wall mirror and some other artistic pieces to round out the space. Bright colors, cozy armchairs, things that are a little eclectic and fun." It might not be the most fashionable of shops, but Daff could never begin to describe herself that way. She had no idea if it would even work, but she was willing to try. "I could put up a shelf for your potions, if you want?" Daff added absentmindedly, glancing at him and then back at the wall as she tried to envision where she could put them; entirely unaware that she'd basically unofficially asked him to do business with her.