Well, fuck. Definitely the wrong thing to say.

Dory flushed and glanced towards the back of the shop where the postmaster had scurried off to. Would it be improper to call out that he had a customer? Would Greengrass take that as a sign that they couldn't be friends or anything of the sort.

Thankfully, before he could try and save face, a hole in the ceiling that had escaped Dory's attention opened up, pouring rain and debris over the two men. As if acting on instinct, Dory rushed towards Greengrass and pushed him from the falling wood beam.