That... did not answer his question, but Quin wasn't quite going to ask about the milking just yet. He would get there or the curiosity would probably kill him. "A Welsh green, right." Quin didn't know a damn thing about dragons, but the cheese did have a green tint. And chives.

Intrigued, Quin reached over and popped a sample into his mouth. He was surprised by the mild flavor, as advertised, but it was quite tasty. He decided immediately it would be equally as tasty in a pastry. "Hmm," Quin hummed out, thinking over the possibilities here. "This is your business then?" He said once he'd finished the sample, contemplating another, but unsure if that was allowed. "My apologies, I'm Quin Honeyduke, I own the local sweetshop." He said, extending a hand.