Melinda's look of concern faded slowly. She ducked her head for a brief moment, letting her long, dark hair cover the smile that stretched across her lips. "You're too good at that," she said softly. A hint of laughter laced her voice and showed in her eyes. She sipped at her wine again, thinking it might be safe and free of any shocking announcements about the past few days.
"I'm not devaluing it's quality! Merely the frequency with which you have it." Her eyes fell to the food once more. She picked up one of the small slices of still-warm bread. Muggle shop though it was, Melinda had learned a few tricks. "It's delicious." She answered finally. "You always have good taste in wines."