Given the circumstances under which Cash had surprise-appeared in the Greengrass fireplace, he supposed he didn't get to be picky about Ford showing up without warning during the day. He was also still busy trying to find hobbies that didn't involve hating himself, and going to lunch with Ford in muggle Oxford wasn't hating himself.

Cash leaned back in his chair at Ford's question. They hadn't ordered anything yet, not even drinks, which meant that Ford really had to be in a bit of a tizzy. "What sort?" he asked.