"Sold," Jack agreed (how did you 'sell' something free?). He wanted Canary Cremes anyway. Those things never got old. Something about watching people get turned into a bird, briefly. Or being turned into a bird.
He set down what he already picked up - a few of the more explosive selections the shop had to offer, as well as a few of the sick-making sweets. He still wanted to get back at the people who had fired Andrew from his former job.
"Well that shouldn't be too long," he guessed with one of his bright, large grins. There were at least two Weasley sproggins that he knew about, Bill's and Fred's. As far as he knew none of the other ones had popped any out (unless they had done it in top secret!). "Adding to your Weasley Army?"