"Good on you," Pandora said. She could completely understand revenge; she'd been a vengeful, vindictive sort of girl even before she'd been pressed into service by the Death Eaters. There were more deaths on the tip of her tongue, but her wariness held out; she didn't want to be tricked, and she really didn't know Susan.
Her lips curved up faintly. "Well, some people think they do need a palace. I have this one order in the queue... you have no idea." It was going to take her a lot of time and effort to get it done to specification.
"Dragonhide doesn't take spellwork well, but repels it. If you force it, it doesn't look right and it loses some of its best qualities," Pandora said automatically. "You have to charm the fabric in the pockets and lining separately, and then sew them into the coat, which is why it should be done in process rather than after the fact. Though if you're careful, as you say, you can do the pockets effectively enough. They're great for dueling though. My dueling robes are lined with dragonhide, for the spell repelling qualities."
"That isn't needed, but I'm here to help," she said. "Let's just go over here and I'll tally it for you." She went behind the counter, made a reference to a catalog, checked a few other things with quick efficiency and the wave of a hand to magic things back, then calculated it all out, naming the sum, which though high wasn't unreasonable for everything that had been purchased. "It'll take a day to put all the furniture in the tent, too," she added belatedly. "But I can get someone to deliver it for you."