Jory filled his lungs with air again. "Fresh Ashwinder Eggs at reasonable prices!'' He had just shut up when he spotted a familiar someone. "Kurumi!'' he called out and waved. But then he wondered if she would remember him. "Probably not,'' he thought, even though they had partnered up in Divination once.

He didn't have time to dwell on it, however, when another woman came shuffling up to him. She was older and seemed to be in a bad mood. "Hi, there,'' Jory said with a smile. "Can I help you today?''

"You better, sonny,'' the woman replied, grabbing one of the jars. "You say these are fresh? Ha! They certainly don't look so.''

Jory stared at the woman. "She needs to get her eyes checked,'' he thought. Aloud, he said, "Yes, Ma'am. Laid and frozen just a few days ago. Five galleons per jar.''

The woman peered rather sternly at him. "Five galleons? Going overboard there, aren't you, sonny?'' she asked as he replaced the jar, then turned to leave.

"Er, no, ma'am,'' The Puffer replied. "I'll gladly give you a jar for four galleons, then.'' But the woman paid no attention as she retreated. "Can't win them all,'' he thought. He'd get the next customer.