Tracey watched with interest as Theodore prepared his meal. She was surprised at his acceptance of Cassandra's close proximity and how she stared at him with her one eye, blinking occasionally as she watched. "Oh, Cass!" she cried, looking at the mess of whitefish on Theo's robes. "I can charm that for you if it stains." Tracey was adept at covering for the precocious feline but hairballs were the worst so she really hoped it didn't come to that. "She'll be in love with you now. I'll have to keep her in at night or she'll follow you home." It was a mild threat.
"Look, there is salt and vinegar in the bag as well, if you want some. And mushy peas." Which Tracey would gladly offer up her portion as well. The frown on her face gave her clear opinion of the vegetable. Moving around the space, she grabbed the bottle of wine and curled into her chair balancing her plate and her wine glass while the teams paused for an injury.
"You look dreadful with that. Can I get you a knife?" She wasn't bothering with the utensils herself, rather pinching a chip between her fingers, allowing the tips to become damp with grease. "This is much better than going to the match and fighting the crowds." Leaning her head back, she stared at Theodore. "What else are you finding time for? Besides work and interrogations? Are you seeing anyone?" Their wizarding existence didn't have the frivolity it used to. She prayed they could capture it again.