Neville paused, considering. A big part of the business had been the networking. Talking to the owners of the farmers, convincing the pickers to select the best produce possible and even smoothing over any disputes that could arise had been a big part of the job. Almost more so than just selling the fruit from the stand. But Neville was getting ahead of himself, he realized; this kid wanted a job, plain and simple.
"So, I need someone who can collect the stock daily, set up the booth, sell it and then close down daily. You start at about five in the morning, and the work day gets over about now," Neville said as he finished moving the basket next to the other. He waved Alfie back, and murmured, "Aguamenti," and a blast of water came out of his wand, with which he quickly rinsed out the the bins. Once that was done, he cast another spell, and the stand folding in on itself, until it stood, a compacted closed kiosk.
"I'm starving. Can I buy you lunch while we talk more," and he looked down at the fruit and vegetables, "They should be fine there. If someone wants to help themselves," Neville gave a small shrug," It will be less to drop off later.