"Oh, Avery," he shrugs. "He's not worth the energy it takes to remember his name."
"That's right," Severus says, equally loudly. "From godknowshowfar away, too; apparently the two of them were standing on a parapet or some such rot, if they'd gotten as far as actual parapets in the second century, and Merlin below on his prongsless stag..." Not quite accurate, but it reassures the patrons. And, really, such a satisfying story.
"But we're talking about pretense here," he says practically.
"Rather bright, actually, in coloration." He glances back to the chef, still frowning. "Have you ever had a hungry thestral stand behind you before you could see them?" If there was ever a point when Rodolphus couldn't see them....
He nods back, explaining with a little shrug, "Copper and tin can be fussy. I've no idea why bronze makes such a good weapon."