Hannah went to the refrigerator, pulling out two butterbeers, which she thought would match well with the scones...that or milk, and the fact that both would be good matches tickled Hannah, and she grinned to herself. She held up the bottles. "Would you like something else? Or maybe a glass of water with it? LIke at a fahn-cee restaurant, where they always give you water, even before you ask," she added, her grin growing into a full smile.
The dogs were sitting patiently now; they had been instructed over and over again that their good manners in the kitchen was the only way they would get scraps of what Hannah (or, in the case of two of the four dogs, Hannah's mother, too) was making. She walked over to the oven to check the scones along with Justin; even by sight, she knew that they needed about five minutes more. She rested her chin on his shoulder as they both leaned in, and then drew back and went to the kitchen island, plopping herself down on a plush-topped stool as she popped open a beer.
"Almost done, I just have to pick shoes! I only want to take one pair, but I know that's not appropriate," Hannah sighed with an eye-roll. She paused to drink. "Aaaand, I'm leaving tomorrow, kind of early in the morning? But not too early. And then I come back super super late on the 2nd, but at least we got permission to have the portkey take us from Anton's place so we don't have to go all the way to the city."