Peyton looked down at the list placed in front of her and her eyes widened slightly. Either he was obsessed with personal hygene and liked smelling like a girl or whoever he was buying for was extremely lucky. "I'll get your things in one moment." she said with a smile and reached down under the register putting them all in two rather large bags. Doing the math in her head, she resisted the urge to widen her eyes at the price. "Sir, that'll be Fifty Two galleons and ten sickles."