One of the people staffing one of the shops is an angel with reddish-tan wings. (He got bored of the really high-leverage uses for angel powers before they even met the rest of the multiverse.) He has found a regular human-style chair and when not doing restocking or other such chores he sits in it backwards with his chin resting on the top of the backrest.

"Uh, hi, I was told this is where - wow, you really do have wings -"

He grins and extends them a little. "I do! I even know how to make them."

"Is... that one of the things you sell?"

"It's not standard or anything, but I can do it for you. Fair warning, humans tend to get really tired flying - I don't so much because I'm indestructible, which you can also get for yourself but not here and not cheaply."

"Oh... I'll think about it. Uh, anyway, I'm in my mom's clothes and they do not flatter and I hear this is where I go for a new wardrobe."

"Yep! You can pick off that rack and let me know if something's almost right but the wrong size or color."

"Oh, wow." Off they go to investigate the options. "Wow, the stitching on this thing... do you have bags, will I be able to take more than a couple outfits?"

"Yeah, you can have whichever of these designs you want, or any other design as long as things are slow enough for me to recolor one."

"Oh, neato. I'm supposed to... tell you about my childhood or something?"

"Sure, or whatever you want to tell me about. You can even tell me fictional stories if you want. But yeah, you can tell me about your childhood."

"I grew up in Mistyvalley and had a dog. I named it Rishku after the senator. Then the senator turned out to be sleeping with the wives of half the other senators and he couldn't get elected again and my dad made jokes about it every time the dog licked its bits."

He snickers. "Yep, that counts. You want a whole wardrobe, you’ll need a few more."

"Oh, let's see..." Clothes clothes clothes. "For my tenth birthday I invited twenty people and only fourteen of them came and I was so mad that I put a ton of nutmeg in the sorry-you-missed-the-party cookies my mom made me bring the six people who skipped and they had incredibly awful trips and my parents had to pay their parents I think upwards of a month's income."

"Wow." It's amazing how many different ways this incident could not have happened to him or his loved ones, which makes it easy to completely fail to have emotions about it. "Doesn't nutmeg have a pretty strong flavor?"

"Yeah, but they had to eat the cookies to be polite."

"Huh." He is a professional and is not going to say anything judgmental about their culture at all. This is exactly the kind of information he's here to collect.

Clothes clothes. "When I went to sea I was one of the only people on the ship who knew how to swim. I couldn't fathom what the rest of them thought they were doing. But I suppose now that I think about it most situations where a sailor drowns he's probably not going to be saved by keeping afloat another hour, is he."

"...Huh, I've never really thought about what circumstances a sailor would end up drowning in."

"You usually don't fall off the boat! It'd be more important to know how to swim if it was a little rowboat, but a big ship, not so much. Aaaaand - how many more stories do you need at this point -" He hefts the bag of clothes.

He counts items and stories and has an answer for that.

He can have two children's fables, a bawdy rowing song, and the story about the faithless woman who said she'd marry him and was married to someone else and halfway gone with a baby the next time he was in port.

Cool! He wishes this guy a good day and thanks him for the stories.

A family comes in to stock their pantry and get bedding that the middle girl doesn't hate and bar soap because the place came conjured with liquid.

Oh, look, he has all of these items. He can offer limited customization options for soap fragrances and recite the recommendations of people who've tried more of the foods than he has and do quite a lot of troubleshooting about - what exactly needs to be true of bedding for the middle girl to not hate it?