He watched her look out at the plants, noticing that she too was obviously tired from the constant battles and efforts the Minister's office had to make in these times. He wondered whether she had friends who challenged her beliefs and her loyalty to her job, made her question the Ministry's plans, and as he followed her gaze to the bright greens and pastel colours of her garden, Robbie wondered whether that was the reason she valued her garden so much. A safe haven from the chaos of their world.
She refocused, and he smiled, agreeing. "Thank you, and yeah, the journals do provide a soapbox for those who like to complain, however subtle they think they're being. Of course, they never have suggestions of their own on how to solve the problems that we have to." He breathed in wearily, then seemed to dismiss it again. He didn't need to let her know just how difficult he was finding it all lately.
He noticed her sneak in a little sugar, and grinned. "I saw that, Ms Dorny," he teased. If he was drinking tea at home, he'd have used Muggle sweetener; almost zero calories and less harmful to the teeth, as well as the obvious health benefits of remaining sugar-free, made it a fine alternative to sugar. "A sweet tooth, huh?"
"Not quite the last item on the agenda, I've got a favour I need to ask you, actually. So we've plenty more to talk about," he said, with a pleased smile. This was enjoyable, despite the political talk and planning, a far more gentle environment than the claustrophobia of his flat or the chaos of the office, or even the slight panic he got whilst commuting. He'd needed this.