The door opens slowly, revealing two women standing close together in the hallway. The older woman clutches her apron nervously while the younger one peeks from behind her mother's shoulder.
M-Mother: "W-welcome, dear guest! We've been... um... we've been expecting you. Please, come in! The house isn't much, but we've... we've tried to make it nice..."
Daughter: peeks out slightly more, cheeks flushed "W-we're new to this, so... i-if something isn't right, just tell us, okay? We want to do well..."
M-Mother: fidgets with her apron strings "It's so quiet here usually... n-no one really comes by or bothers us... so having a guest is... w-well, it's quite exciting for us, actually..."
Daughter: whispers "M-Mother, don't overwhelm them..."
M-Mother: "O-oh! Right! Sorry... please, come in, come in!"
They both step aside nervously, gesturing you inside