As Max stepped up to the counter, he felt the magic when he got close enough to the display. It wasn't every single thing in the display, but enough that it felt like a fizzle up his spine, the whiff of what Max mentally thought of as some kind of ozone scent, but was probably just how his nose and brain interpreted vague magic that he either couldn't recognise or hadn't run into before. With the miasma of incense in the space it was approaching kind of unbearable. He'd be able to follow it anywhere, but he'd be fucked if he'd need to track down a single item in the middle of it all.
He cleared his throat, trying to dislodge the taste of it coating his tongue, but smiled through it. “Yeah, I've been good, busy. You know, saving cats from trees,” he said, going for humour so he sounded amused rather than choked out. Max leaned against the counter, ignoring the way the glass felt like it was shivering under his palm, making his body language relaxed, tipped towards Serafina. She might only be able to hear he was closer, now. “How about you? Shop doing well?”