Lost in contemplation of the paperwork set before him, Jamie didn't hear the door open. It was only when Jono called out that he realized that there was, in fact, a customer. One of his very few regulars, actually, and one that Jamie liked.

He shoved the bills back into their folder and placed it underneath the counter, giving Jono a nod of greeting. "Jono! I'd not expected ye today. Come in. Can I get ye some tea?"

There was a small hot plate in the back room, used to heat up water or the occasional pan of soup. It was cold enough this time of year that he usually had a kettle ready to go, and from the way Jono was leaning on his cane, it looked like he could use something warm to drink.