"Well, like I know anything about sheep. I know about brooms, which is infinitely more important for my business." Now she was just being cheeky with him.
Tracey made her own notes about the quaffles and the bludgers. If Marcus wanted to take all this home tonight she could package it up, if not, she'd send it out via owl first thing in the morning. "You can always journal the order if you can't get by the shop. I'll be flexible about getting you what you need." She wasn't delusional enough to think he was going to return to Quidditch to play professionally, but helping Flint enjoy the sport pleased her.
"Thanks." Still nearly tongue tied with the offer. Of course, she'd pushed Isaac's offer to the back of her head but that only made her stomach ache and she wanted to enjoy this moment free of concern. "I might have something coming up, but I'll definitely do that. Who cares, if it's half? You have a quidditch pitch in your garden. That's enough to impress me."
Tracey held out her hand. "It was a pleasure doing business with you. Did you want to take the equipment now or I can have it sent over first thing in the morning." Digging into her pocket, she remembered something. "And the card?" She pushed Flint's rookie card toward him. "Signature, please. As agreed, so I don't make you take one of those horrible tainted snitches."