Endless supply of magic, and human milk, nearly-endless supply of alcohol... Eileen's brain categorized. She desperately needed to find a Knockturn Alley of this establishment, someplace through which the majority of supplies came and went...
Perhaps she'll be doing a lot more digging in the dirt than she had been.
Eileen smiled. "And what resources might you be interested in, lad?" she countered, sensing a deal. "Perhaps I can help."