"They do," Marcus said, picking up his half of the shoes shipment. "When Robert orders out for us, where do you think he gets it? Khaat owned it with Rob back in the day, and when Rob left, she signed over half ownership to Brian. Well, I think its half. Somehow when Khaat's away, Robert has some ability to go in and handle business affairs there, but I'm not exactly sure how. I haven't exactly needed to know.
"I do know Khaat's been very, very picky from the outset. Everything local and in season, nothing conjured, all fresh cooked. And they added gourmet coffees, teas and pastries. They sell Robert's tea blends there too. For Diagon Alley, its got a nice light bistro sort of a feel. I thought Jim used to do the manager's job, but...well, you know Jim. Sometimes we see him, sometimes we don't. I don't usually get to talk to him either.
"You know half those shoes aren't going to fit her, so I don't know what we're doing with them, but I'm positive I'll find out. You ready for ice cream?" he asked. "Can we each carry ten five gallon tubs of ice cream with all these freaking shoes?"