"Fantastic," Thom replied enthusiastically. He did not even bother to comment on August's word of caution, having decided immediately that it did not apply to him. He wasn't planning on having Puddlemere players out promoting his gear, after all — they were quite well established within Britain and didn't need the sales boost. It was only in foreign markets when he thought that sort of thing would help give him an extra push, and what could the British Quidditch League possibly have to say about what he was doing with foreign players in foreign countries? He didn't really care if the French League, for instance, thought he was a cad, because what could they do about it? They couldn't keep him from sponsoring his team, and they wouldn't have any grounds to actually remove his products from the market unless there was something qualitatively wrong with them, which there wouldn't be.

"So what've you been up to while I've been abroad?" he asked, leaning back in his chair as though to soak up the sun, though it was still drizzling. "Meet anyone?" That would have been interesting, which was why Thom asked; he had very little hope of it having happened, however, since August was August.