Lucius was pleased to hear Narcissa laugh again, it had been a while since he last heard it. "In which case, I am almost sorry the service in here is so excellent, if my waiter scolding amuses you so." Still laughing softly, he reached for another olive.
Draco and his birds. Lucius often wondered what inspired Draco to take on such a pursuit, but then again, he himself had been collecting and breeding peafowl for years. "Desert birds, you say? How charming." Lucius thought it typical of Draco to be attracted to creatures who have lived in harsh, challenging climates and conditions, which brought him on to the next topic. "I have no real feel for Ms. Parkinson, I don't think we have exchanged many words - at least not in a one-on-one setting. Is she suitable?" Lucius paused again, "That sounded rather rude, I'm not questioning her character, I just mean will she fit in with the family as far as her...uh, values go." Lucius shook his head in exasperation, "You know what I mean. I'm finding it rather difficult to phrase without sounding like I oppose the match." Lucius shook his head again. He was uncharacteristically flustered and quickly blamed it on the distress of recent events.