Albie grinned, deciding that he and Alex were going to get on just fine working together. "Hold this," he said, passing her the plate properly.
There was a jug at the bag of the shelf that looked promising. Albie picked it up, trying not to disturb anything else. He peered into it, relieved to see that it was indeed custard and not gravy. "Here," he poured some onto the pudding and got out his wand to heat everything up. The custard was beautifully cream and spotted with dark flecks of vanilla. "Hannah makes her own from scratch."