[Dohalim had been kneeling on the floor, wrist deep in potting soil when Childe finally shows up; he looks up at the door and waves him in. shaking the dirt off his gloves before removing them, he stands, with a small smile on his face. he'll admit that he's still a little wary being around him (it seems he just can't let go of the past as easily as he wants to, despite the constant forgiveness he'd received on both his and Zhongli's end), but he'll have to push through that, for now.

he gestures to the tables in the front; some of them have been moved already, but there are more he wants to reorganise]

We can start here, or-- [he gestures further back into the shop] --We can set up the tea parlour. Personally, I'd like to see what we can do with the space back there, and see if I need to make some adjustments.