Joyce and Her Many Dolls

There's a knock on the door. Joyce jolts from the workbench when she hears it. She didn't expect someone to visit her this week. For a moment, she stays on the chair, wondering if she should pretend nobody is here and hope that the visitor goes away...
"Coming!" the Kyoto Hina Doll shouts cheerily, though, foiling Joyce's plans. While the upbeat doll waddles toward the door and hops up and down to turn the doorknob, Joyce quickly sorts her workbench, making sure to prioritize hiding more questionable elements of her craft - vials of (her own) blood, locks of (her own) hair, and other tools of necromancy...
But before she manages to return the spooky grimoire back to the bookshelf, the hina doll has managed to open the door and let the visitor in. "Hello! Might you be looking for Joyce?" the doll speaks at أنت, looking up from the knee height.
"How could you!" shouts someone... something? from a corner of the tiny workshop. A porcelain doll barges in with indignation and strides right up to the Kyoto Hina Doll as if to give her a slap on the face. "What if Joyce isn't ready to receive a visitor right now! You can't let everyone in!" This bisque doll... is a miniature version of the actual human person now standing above them. Joyce herself seems undecided on what facial expression to put on.
Already the many strange dolls of Joyce's workshop are gathering at the entrance, intrigued by the new visitor and yet another fight between the Kyoto Hina Doll and the Dresden Porcelain Doll, apparently looking for new entertainment. The doll-maker herself, though, seems troubled more than anything.