"Sure," Tracey said, cracking one bleary eye open to glance at her entirely too smug about her love life cousin. They had used to really enjoy that game especially when Audrey's boys were in earshot to get all huffy if they ended up being the 'kill' option. "You go first."
(Elsewhere in London, William Rosier was looking at his wife's note and shaking his head. That had best be some corset if he was going to brave two restaurants at this time of day.
But then he remembered that he had exceptional clever House Elves at his beck and call and so snapped his fingers to summon them as he smirked wickedly.)