People don't really ask for anything. They're too scared, Pads, there's a climate of fear over here. No one wants to say anything that could be construed as anti-Protectorate.

We know we're trustworthy, of course, but as far as our patrons know, we could be a front for the Aurors, seeking out insurgents and troublemakers. They don't want to run the risk of asking for teabags and ending up in Azkaban.

Send us whatever you can, and we'll sell it. What we don't have, we need. What we do have is scarce. Everything's welcome.