"Well, we can't all be as smart as you, now can we?" Though she was grousing, Marlene knew her well enough that this was merely her acerbic sense of humor waking up. How the other woman could constantly seem so put together regardless of the time or date, Dorcas would never know. They all had their ways of making it through the years as they did, it was a shame that the littlest Meadowes hadn't picked up on a few more productive ones.
The reminder she'd inevitably end up at the next grand event had her reverting to sound effects rather than actual words; this one akin to the sound a grumpy kneazle made. While she greatly enjoyed her career, there was a note that rang a bit too true in what Marly had said. It wasn't like they were devoting their lives to bringing down an evil regime anymore... Not that she missed the mayhem & strife that came along with it all, but still.
She reached for her coffee first after nodding in thanks to the waitress, sipping slowly as she considered the questions posed. She'd woken up in her own bed, but things were fuzzy so there was the chance she'd wandered elsewhere before going home? Retracing the steps she could remember, she counted off that she hadn't ended up in Kingsley's bed, at Sirius's bar, or in any other strange rooms. Then she remembered having a conversation with a family friend older than her own grandfather that had taken a disturbing turn when said wizard decided to bring up 'what a beautiful woman she'd turned into.' "Unless I'm missing entire hours of my memory, I actually think I went home alone?" You could tell by the look on her face she was trying to make 100% sure. In the meantime, "And you, Miss McKinnon?"