Trying to hide her grin and not exactly managing, Verity shrugged and flipped her hair. "Hey, I'm dating you now, I think I can handle a Death Eater's bruised ego." She glanced back inside and saw Mags at the register, but she waved at the girl and smiled and watched her as she rang a customer out. "Besides, I think Death Eaters are more interested in, you know, eating Death and wreaking havoc and stuff than working at a joke shop."