"I hope he decides to expand to it, yeah." Emma grinned at that. "I miss working with beasties. I guess having them at home isn't quite enough, yeah?"
She laughed, not at Oliver, but at the almost outrage of why bother that she heard in his voice. "They're not drinking songs, yeah? They're popular songs, the sort you hear on the radio. Wireless," she amended. "Muggle ones, like this." She sang the first bit of You're Beautiful by James Blunt because she'd heard it recently and it was in her head. Her voice was passable and somewhere close to on key, but not really great. "And folks are performing like they're rock stars. The machines are so you don't have to know the words; you can just read them as you go, which is good sometimes, depending on just how many drinks you've had. It's fun." She reached out with her toe to poke him. "You ought to try it. You've mates that have fun with it. Katie and I go sometimes."