"It is," Terry agreed, sampling the parfait as well. "Though I'm sure we'd be hard-pressed to find anything that didn't taste good in this place." He nearly giggled as he realized he wasn't talking strictly about the food, but managed to refrain.
"Anna...what was her last name? I hadn't realized she was so young. She was probably one of my students," Terry said, thinking and running through his students over the past few years. "Gryffindor, brown, curly hair, a bit flighty but smart? I remember her." He smiled, eyes bright. "She'll be a good asset for your store if only for the young men she'll bring in, eager to spend money to impress the pretty counter girl."