Cameron chuckled. “Aww, Alice,” he teased, as he slid his coins across the counter to the unamused-looking pharmacist, “That’s perhaps the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to be.” It wasn’t true, but if they were going for banter then Cameron was more than willing to play into it.
“You’re in luck that I’m here,” he said as they exited the shop, Cameron carrying the ingredients in a small basket. “Mr. Bell takes us to Gillyweed’s during break. One of the waitresses used to call me Mr. Gillywater and I hated it. I understand the reference now that someone thought to point it out.”
“You’re in luck that I’m here,” he said as they exited the shop, Cameron carrying the ingredients in a small basket. “Mr. Bell takes us to Gillyweed’s during break. One of the waitresses used to call me Mr. Gillywater and I hated it. I understand the reference now that someone thought to point it out.”
