“Depends on what you mean to do with it,” Nick said darkly, of the wine. It felt like a risk to offer her up any liquids, asking to see what damage she could do – but perhaps drink was the way to keep her appropriately occupied. It made sense to Nick that any poverty-ridden, working class auror would be a lush.
With a melodramatic grumble about eating him out of house and home, Nick set about summoning a bottle (the cheapest he had, just in case it went to waste) and glasses. “Might be a deck in the left drawer – of the desk, there,” he pointed out – he had surrendered to her getting her grubby hands and shoes all over the place now, so now supposed she might do her own fetching, to earn her keep. He wasn’t trying to woo her with his hosting skills, after all; he poured out the wine (two glasses; his more liberally filled than hers) on the table between them and flopped into a chair to better scrutinise her as she rummaged.
With a melodramatic grumble about eating him out of house and home, Nick set about summoning a bottle (the cheapest he had, just in case it went to waste) and glasses. “Might be a deck in the left drawer – of the desk, there,” he pointed out – he had surrendered to her getting her grubby hands and shoes all over the place now, so now supposed she might do her own fetching, to earn her keep. He wasn’t trying to woo her with his hosting skills, after all; he poured out the wine (two glasses; his more liberally filled than hers) on the table between them and flopped into a chair to better scrutinise her as she rummaged.
