"Fresh Ashwinder eggs here, come and buy"

"Goo' Lord! You've gotcha booming voice!" exclaimed the fair man as he walked towards her counter. He had a very unusual accent and unusually bright grey eyes.

"Oh sorry, didn't mean to..." she trailed. Well it was part of the business, wasn't it? "Would like to buy some ashwinder eggs?" Yes, only ashwinder eggs, no dragon eggs mind you.

"F'corse.. zat's what you've bin shootin'" he said, with a grin. "Aw much eez ay jar, fair lady?" he asked, as he took a look at the jars.

"Five galleons a jar, no less and no more" she said, returning his grin.

"Five gaale-ons" he repeated, as he took his money bag. EYE. EYE. ASSESS THE CONTENTS. "Zer, you're gaale-ons" he said, placing them on the counter.

"Thank you" she exclaimed, taking the galleons. "And here is you're jar for the zee gaaale-ons" she said, trying to imitate him. Fair stuff, it sounded too close. CHUCKLE. She waved after the guy as she flashed her a smile, picked his jar and left.