She moved to pour him a glass of juice, half listening as he spoke. It wasn't surprising that he had to deal with sick brats, not when he owned a joke shop. He would have to build himself a better tolerance. She moved back to the couch, sitting beside where he was laying down, her arse half off the cushion. "Here, drink this. I didn't realize Ginny was sick. Not very nice of her to pass it on, or maybe it was pay back for all those times you tortured her growing up."