Taffy Duke continued her accounting, neatly stacking the galleons on the shop's counter as she counted them again. Her ostrich quill moved quickly against the parchment of her ledger as she balanced her books and made notes on the inventory.

She glanced up and noticed not one customer, but... three? She was surprised-- she hadn't noticed them before. Perhaps they had been back in the tall aisles near the back; that part of the shop was hard to see from the counter. Three more sales instead of one, then, and then I'm upstairs to rest me tired feet. she thought with a shrug.

"'ello, gentlemen; 'Tis close to closin' up time, it is. Can I 'elp ye find anythin'?" she said, addressing all three men at once as she paused her accounting to check her stock of peppermint humbugs; they had been a popular item today. Sure enough, they were sold out. She made a mental note to restock them before opening in the morning - she was too tired to venture into the basement tonight.