Olivia was not shocked by his boasts. If James Potter actually could pull twins, let alone triplets, she'd eat her shirt. Of course, there were a lot of empty headed slags out there, so perhaps he wasn't completely lying. "Oh that's right, you couldn't cut it as professional Quidditch player. That's why you're playing one on tv."
She licked her lips, tasting the last of the pear juice, as she rolled her eyes. "It's such a comfort to know how you've decided to stretch yourself professionally."
Rolling her eyes, she put a small selection of crackers and cheese on her plate, and a couple of the miniature pumpkin muffins that weren't entirely disgusting. "Wishful thinking, Jim. We're painfully in love, and you'd do anything for me."