Barty laughed lightly. Yes, eating. They had rather failed at that. Chewing only a little bit of anything at a time, Barty rather went to try some of everything Thus no matter when dinner ended, he got to taste some of all that Evan cooked. Evan was a great cook, really. Barty wasn't shabby really. Give him a recipe or even some random ingredients, and he was able to whip something up (he hadn't eaten out so regularly out of inability to take care of himself), but this cooking was a different level.
His eyebrow raised at the foot along his thigh. "If we never finish dinner, it is entirely your fault," Barty commented dryly.