He nods. "Yes, that's true." There's a solemnly mischievous look in his eye that heavily implies they disagree about which is which.
"That's a plan, then."
"Oh, the Hog's Head. We are talking about the Hog's Head, aren't we? In Hogsmeade? But, yes, that; Knockturn's an entirely different matter." This is said a bit grimly, a bit sadly, because Knockturn isn't only Dark Arts central, but once it pulls a little away from Diagon, it's also a slum.
"Not to drive muggles away during business hours I don't. And no, since about 85% of my customers are owl-order, making it unplottable wouldn't work well for me." He smiles. "That's very generous, or at least amiable, but I'd rather discourage them before it comes to that. Wrong sort of press."
"...Oh, all right," he says indulgently. "When we're tired of the game, you can end it that way."
They're also ba-aack! o/` Mmmm, blueberries. We used to have a blueberry bush. So did our neighbors. Their genus made tastier berries. Hee, mad kitty! Lol, aww. Mostly I worry about the cats messing under mine; I have some storage boxes down there, so it would have to be a quite small monster. And I've got a blanket to throw over their heads if necessary! (grr)