"I guess that makes some sense," Caleb replied with a slight scrunch of his eyebrows that said he only partly understood. "Oh, if it's only a short thing that makes more sense." He couldn't claim to have a regular working pattern himself, and had never really had one if he was honest so strange work hours didn't seem odd, just there being some kind of work on a non-working day. If he took non-working days he'd had to become strict with himself so he didn't burn out.
He leaned back against the window of the shop slightly, a concession to his relaxation. "I've been my own boss since the mediwizard training stopped working out, or near enough," he said. "But the shop is a bit more, and having responsibility for people other than myself is... weird." He shifted his head and glanced through the window at Etta, but she wasn't even looking in his direction. "But it's doing well enough. Katarina and I both have some people who have bought our stuff since we were still doing markets, but so many more people come through the shop." The loss of their regular muggle clients had been a bit of a blow, but not one which had outweighed the wish to have permanent space and stop dragging huge mounds of stock everywhere.