I suppose it must have been, at that. *would ordinarily be able try to decipher what Snape is getting at, but today is not a good day, he's not really mentally prepared to work through the confusion of realities to keep track of whose cousin may have said what about whom, and all of his energies are dedicated to maintaining his expression of polite interest and not letting it slip into an expression of sheer WTF*
*glances toward the back of the shop to see if any progress has been made with tracking down his request* *it has not*
*both to Snape and (indirectly) to Mss. Blewett* I'm used to cafes putting out books and magazines for their customers to read through while waiting for their order.
This is the first time it's been the other way around. *is about to drink when (of course) the back catalogue saleswizard returns, and calls him over*
*apologetic smile* Excuse me, won't you? I'll leave you [Snape and the sales lady] to continue your conversation.
*stands up, adjusts his clothing and makes his way to the back of the shop, fervently hoping this hasn't been a waste of his time*