Quin narrowed his eyes at the brunette as he placed a few choice treats into a sturdy box. "They're packaged up well, should be fine. I can have one of our owls do it if you'd rather." Not that he imagined Miss Dippet would think any less of them if they arrived a little battered- they still tasted the same. He'd never heard a complaint of anything being ruined beyond eating simply because of how it was delivered.

Putting the top on the box and placing an orange ribbon around it, Quin presented it gently on the counter. "Was there anything else I could get for you today?" At this point Quin, who was usually a kill-them-with-kindness kind of guy, was ready to be shot of his new friend. Still, business was business and she was buying merchandise after all, at least it wasn't a total loss.