Snickering George shook his head, "Well if the shoe fits lass," he hopped off the counter and proceeded to straighten the mess that became the shop. It would take a little time with a wand but too many people were around for him to start shooting spells without having to face the consequences of a misfire.
"Lighten up, it's a joke shop. If you wanted to be where things were dull and comfortable we could have brought you to the morgue in St. Mungos. People are always dying to go there," he fixed up some of the Canary cremes.
Fred started waving him over, "Sounds good," he nodded, "I'm coming I'm coming." George shifted his stance, "Lovely chat, time for me to get back to work." George bounded back behind the counter and helped Fred run register.