"Only if you want to Severus," Rus says, amused. "It'll give you a place to start."
"Flying," he says as an explanation. "Throws off my concentration. From a broom, I likely couldn't hit the broadside of a barn." He tosses a dart and it hits the board right next to Severus'. Since they're putting on an act, going out of turn shouldn't matter.
"It's an easy thing to get angry about," Rus shrugs. "And I could eat something." Which surely must defy some law of physics. "So?" he turns to Alf, glaring in his best 'hungry-wild-animal-feed-me' glare. "What have you got to eat around here?"
Since Margate is a tourist town, the pub serves mostly tourist-type bar food. And since it's a British pub, they mostly get it wrong. "Er, we have nachos, wings, potato skins and cheese sticks," Alf offers.
Rus listens, wide-eyed. "Why?" his eyes narrow.
Nope, but Mom gave me some of her soap. I've been using this one for a while; no clue as to why it suddenly turned on me. I've been using hydrocortisone cream and waiting for it to wear off. :(