Ed felt the rumble in his feet and then heard the RedHead's shout. She was right, the building didn't look very stable as it was, now. He nodded once, clapped his hands, and then rested them on the wall of the building. A blue glow enveloped the walls, windows and doors, and the change seemed to melt the walls into something nicer and more fortefied than what was previously there. The windows carried a thicker glass now, and the door had new crossbars.

"There! Better than new!" He turned to look at the clerk with a kindly, almost childlike grin as the last of the shakes faded away. "So, what was that about a commission for renovating and reinforcing the shop? Any supplies we need?"

The clerk gaped at him like a fish out of water. "What? There's no profit in that--"

"No? Oh well, guess I'll have to turn this place back to it's falling down shack status. Too bad, though, because it would have attracted more customers, this way." Ed claps his hands again, turning towards the wall.

"W-wait! Wait, please...maybe we can strike up a deal, yes? A bargain?" The clerk smiled hopefully, batting her eyes at Ed's back.

Ed grinned at the wall and turned towards her. "I knew you'd see it my way. Well, Al, what do you think would be a fair trade for this...new establishment?"