"Nah," said Audrey, Summoning the food from her husband's arms and sitting up. "Our bed at home is less crowded and Will can wait his turn for my attention. This is Tracey time."
She shot Will a cheeky, affectionate smile before transfiguring the paper takeaway bag into a tray and laying out the feast he'd brought her.
"But go ahead, husband. What's your real answer for Bell, Spinnet and Johnson?"