A genuine, disparaging laugh escaped her throat as Hermione brushed off the compliment. 'Lovely'? that was going a bit too far. "What if I wanted to call you Terrence?" another littler chuckle escaped, "but Jack works fine, too I suppose."
Accepting the seat, Hermione began to wonder if she'd been running with the wrong crowd all this time. Being treated like a lady was definitely something she could get used to. "I think you two could use a drink. Let me guess... Firewhiskey... straight," she nodded to the bartender, "and a vodka and cranberry for me. So, what do the two of you do?"