The person who walked through the door was tall, of dusky skin, and had swept back curly black hair. Apparently a man, by conventional standards, who smiled and nodded to Serena at the greeting.

It was just Mammon, wearing an illusion snugly. It wouldn't do to lose their touch just because nothing was happening immediately.

When they spoke, their voice matched their look. "I think you can." Striding up to the counter, they tilted their head to the side with a faint smile. "I'm looking for plants that would suit a certain lady who likes being near the water." One hand reached out, set something down on the counter...

It was a frog. Fantasma, in fact, who looked up and gave a friendly croak towards the blonde. Hopefully that would be enough of a clue to who they really were.