Hey Wil - can I rent a pair of skates?
"You most certainly can, my friend!"
The rink was humming with activity. It wasn't too loud, nor was it too empty. Going with the theme of 'random themes', the sitting area and counter by the rink had a strong 1990s aesthetic, complete with neon lights overhead. Wilford's choice of a loose white shirt with a polka dot collar only served to illuminate him in multi-colours. Both hands pressed firmly on the counter to serve as momentum to spring himself back to an upright position.
"We gotta wiiiide slection of skates. Everythin' ya can think of, an' probably more. Ya never know who'll come by on a given day!" A wave of his right hand prompted him to step aside so you could get a better look at the shelves. They appeared to back to match the length of the locker area. You counted four long shelves total: one on its own to the left, two back-to-back in the middle, and one on the right. From there, you noted that there were plenty of colour choices scattered around the place. There was no assorted rainbow, so you guessed they were organised by size.
Interestingly, the skates on the far left looked rather unusual. After a brief observation, you realised that they weren't designed for human feet at all, but were suitable for any non-humans that may visit the premise. There was little doubt in your mind that Wilford would, somehow, find a way for anyone to skate if they wanted to.
"So! Gotta colour in mind?"