His head snapped up as she suddenly appeared in front of him, gray gaze meeting hers for only a moment before her sharp glare had him focusing on his dinner plate. What was it with blonde women in Hogsmeade giving him an attitude today? And why did it make him feel like a dog with its tail between its legs? Baranbas would never admit that he felt a little bit afraid of them, but that didn't mean it wasn't true.

The suggestion of a strong tea wasn't bad. It might at least reduce the intensity of his headache, though likely not eliminate it entirely. Although, he was a bit confused as to her wording. He nodded miserably, "I'll have to settle for it. The strongest cup of tea you have, please." And then, with a frown and confused expression, "Are you not a waitress also?"