Eugene, though his life had been turned upside down in the last year, had come to realize a schedule was important. It was important for his son, it was important for work and apparently his stomach had also realized that he operated loosely on the same eating times, because by noon, his stomach was growling so loud even Ginger was looking at him funny. He'd gotten up late after being up a couple times with Theseus in the night- poor lad had some teeth coming in according to Nan and to give her a bit of rest, he'd gotten up a couple times instead of her. He simply couldn't have the Nanny overworked because he relied on her heavily.

With Ginger on his shoulder, Eugene made his way into the cafeteria intent on piling up a plate with as much as he could sweet talk out of the staff there- and some veggies for the niffler too, if he could manage it. The niffler, though sometimes irksome, was now a staple of the office and when she was on good behavior, often got to venture around with Eugene as he worked. It was a nice little perk of his position his supposed.

Securing the plate of his lunchtime dreams, Eugene parked himself at an empty table and handed Ginger a carrot to nibble on- but she'd taken off before he even heard the clatter of a plate to the floor, Ginger was on top of it, stealing both the shiny fork and the leftover lettuce in the blink of an eye. "Oy! Ginger!" He chastised, up and moving toward the wayward pet with a chuckle. The irony of this situation, similar to one of the times he'd run into Miss MacFusty, while he was calling out to the niffler and also managing to encounter a redhead at the same time. "Sorry- the niffler, she's a pest!" He offered the other man a wry smile before attempting to wrangle his creature.