"Armadillos, spiders, and now fish," she answered, automatically assuming that Weasley had bought the cookbook for his mother. The woman had probably exhausted all her recipes over the years of cooking for her giant family. "I've plenty of gnomes, too, but who would want them?"
In the back of her mind she calculated the discount from her book's price she planned to haggle for while continuing to converse. "If you need any creature stock for Hogwarts, let me know. I've got a few connections."