Marcus was entirely fed up with the whole shopping experience by the time the shop clerk deigned to give him any attention. Cat food was bloody expensive, but he didn't like the looks of the cat on the cheapest brand. It had beady eyes, and wasn't to be trusted. It probably would end up poisoning the blasted stray, and Marcus would find himself hauled into the Ministry for animal cruelty. The last thing he needed was another scandal.
"I need cat food. For a damned stray that keeps coming around, otherwise it will eat me out of house and home." Marcus hadn't meant to admit so much to a lowly shop clerk, but the man did need to know enough to point him in the direction of the proper brand. "It likes tuna." Not that Marcus would admit it or anything, but he didn't want to get the cat something made of chicken when it preferred fish. Even strays had standards, and a stray that was to be associating with a Flint (even if he wasn't a Flint any longer) would need those standards to be met.