"Some things we're working on," Fred said with a sly smile and a shrug. Products were secret until they were finished, the help needed to know that. He scowled at the journal and then reached past Roger, digging out his own from under the counter and flipping through pages to scrawl something in response.
When he was done, he shrunk the thing and shoved it into a pocket before he looked around. "Okay, so, you run the register just fine. Guess we ought to talk about deliveries. Owls are easy, but you'll have to learn how to use the floo."
Roger likely already knew how to use a standard floo, of course, unless he was an idiot. But nothing was standard at the WWW.