Miss Gallivan was certainly on the up-and-up with her quidditch knowledge. Becks liked that in a girl. It made him wonder exactly which Gallivan sibling was actually running the team these days... Ach, well, either way. It wasn't like the Cannons were doing a whole hell of a lot better than his own team lately.

"You know, I haven't done a whole lot of looking outside our circuit, are you finding there's better talent out there?" Sure he was intrigued by the foreign leagues, but frankly didn't have a whole lot of time to devote to scouting potential players. He did spend a little time trying to bully promising second stringers to move his way, but he liked to think he could train the lot he got to be better. A more headstrong coach would be nice though.

He paused the conversation ever-so-briefly to catch a passing waiter, requested a scotch for himself and some more champagne for the lady, before slipping him a tip and sending him on his way.