Viktor smiled at her, eyes crinkling slightly in the corners, both somewhat progressing age and his profession having given them to him. "Ah, you are a godsend, Miss Bobbin. Many many thanks." He'd have to get her something to thank her while they were out and about.
"The tea shop, as my daughter is demanding a tea party and I need to find something she'll like. She is not an Earl Grey girl, I haff discovered." Which was what was always recommended to him. "But tea parties are a Thing right now. so I must try." Sometimes his daughter confused him -- jock girl who wanted to be a Quidditch player when she grew up, and then a princess who wanted long dresses and tea parties. And he never knew when he might accidentally step in and offend the young pride in some fashion.
"And then I vas hoping to go to the bookstore and pick up an order." And browse, though that wasn't likely to happen today so he didn't even mention it. He doubted Misha would be that patient today, unless he found a particularly fascinating person or book to glom on to.