"They're starting!" There was more than a hint of excitement in her tone as the sound of balls being released, the roaring crowd and the chasers already fighting over the quaffle came through the speakers. As was her habit, she could do three things at once. Or ten. So it was nothing to listen with one ear as she kept up their conversation to entertain her guest as well with the other.
His smoke was not unpleasant but she'd never consider taking up the habit herself. She didn't have enough hands as it was and couldn't afford losing one to balancing a cigarette between her fingers. "Red is lovely. Somewhere in here I have a corkscrew." Tracey rooted through a carry-all of tools and couldn't find anything buried under the half dozen pair of rusty tail twig trimmers. Any one of those would work to get the cork out out of the bottle, but she'd have to keep her back to Theodore to keep him from... "Ahah! Here it is." With her treasured corkscrew in hand, she slowly popped the cork from the bottle and let it breathe.
"Thank you," was her answer to his compliment. "I'm in the middle of a sale and have gotten a couple of good orders from it." Tracey gestured to the pair of brooms she was working on for Marcus Flint. "I love to do custom charms but everyone wants to buy models that are already well-equipped. That has been a fun project. And Montague was here late, getting his fixed up for the match today." As much pride as she had in her business, she knew it wasn't as good as it could be. The Ministry's limitations were palpable. "I can't thank you enough for your help. I owe you much more than this, Theodore." Tracey gestured around the room, the radio, the wine and peaceful time just enjoying the match was not near enough to pay him back for his help.