George laughed. "Suppose you'll suss it out eventually," he answered wryly. He nodded toward he shelves to his left. "Sticky trainers are on sale, if you fancy walking up walls. And we just got the Russian Folkdancing Rubby Chicken put up for sale. And we've got extended Daydream Charms, if you want a bit longer of a daydream."
He tossed the catalogue aside and stood up to ring up the order of a pair of young girls, one with a willfully dirty snubnose who clutched at a packet of dragonbombs with an expression of glee. When the two were headed off toward the door, George looked back at Jack. "Influencing the younger generation - brings tears to my eyes, still," he joked.