Yes, yes. She would likely provide him a plate when the time came. A utensil too if she was feeling generous, but in the mean time, it was amusing watching Theodore sweat it out a little bit. She really didn't want this visit to tax his sensibilities so much that he refused to come back. First the wine and then a lack of appropriate china? Tracey wasn't the type to be that cruel. "Please do not worry, Theodore. I promise you won't have to share with the cat." It was the best she could offer him for the moment but nearly impossible to keep a straight face.
"If the resistance is trying to infuriate the masses so they rise up against the Ministry, I think they're doing it incorrectly. Who is going to say anything standing right in front of their shop or home? With the army waiting in the wings to haul you away and brand you for your thoughts. No, if the resistance wants help, they should be courting the every-day wizard." By that vague term, she meant the mudbloods and the muggleborns. Those that were growing as a group in power and numbers now.
Even more shocking that the announcers' ineptness was Theodore's laugh. It was musical and completely unexpected and Tracey snapped her jaw shut as she stared at him. And then suddenly started laughing herself. It was silly to get upset about something like that but now that her outburst was out there, she was proud of it. She never backed down. "Well, that's what it's called," she nodded, expecting him to agree with her. But distracted again, as the teams went on with the game and started scoring, Tracey perked up at the arrival of food. Flicking her wand at the stairs, she called two plates and silverware to them but she taunted Theo with his before just handing it over.
The scent of their meal was filling the air and Tracey's stomach growled in protest. "If I wasn't starving, I'd make you work for that plate." Instead, she haded it over easily and bumped her elbow conspiratorially against his. "Good thing you came by today. You've a very calming air about you." Not that she was calm, exactly. Not with each team scoring in turn before the United defense started to fall short. "Can you imagine it?" Tracey offered a self-depreciating roll of her eyes. "All afternoon, just me and the radio yelling at each other. Yes, it is very good you're here, Theodore."