At the other's friendly familiarity--a rare experience to him, especially now that he was married--Gregory couldn't help but, for a split second, grin. It almost made his looks ascend past generically handsome. "Then--then so it shall be."

He took his own seat; then, he grasped his wand and, with two graceful swishes, levitated a tray towards the now-cleared table. "I, well, apologize for the...the clutter, sister," he said as the platter, laden with an ice-cold pitcher of iced tea and two heavily misted crystalline glasses, settled where the parchment once was. "Do you, uh, still enjoy orange--or cherry, rather--iced tea?"