Bill tiptoed up behind her and put his arms around her, kissing her ear. "But the gravy is the best part! You know, after the time Fred made a goose dance on its plate at Christmas, I think Mum has to make extra-sure everything's dead before she serves it." He reached down a teacup for her and squeezed her gently. "Not every cow gets to be un steak saignant, ma petite." Bill thought himself very clever when he threw a bit of French into the conversation, though it had to be acknowledged that his French accent was rather worse than Fleur's English one. Not that he knew it, since her parents had been very gracious about his attempts to communicate.