Well that had worked out better than he could have imagined. Ginger was more than happy to take the offered button, leaving Eugene to swipe the fork back and toss it on the table behind him. "Just what the collection needs, eh, Ging?" Eugene chuckled as he picked her up and put her on his shoulder- which was her usual haunt, when she was behaving.

"Cheers, Holm. Eugene Scamander, Beast Division." He extended a hand to shake before remembering there was still a mess of salad on the floor and that if he valued his ability to come to the cafe on his break, he should probably get to cleaning it up. "I hope yeh were done with this." There was definitely no saving in now.

Ginger stayed put on her perch, examining her button while Eugene moved about picking up the mess to toss out. It was a balancing act they'd perfected over their time together. Half the time he forgot she was there and must moved accordingly. Sometimes she curled up on the magically expanded inside pocket of his robes, but she usually liked to be where the action was.