"That would probably improve the flavor, but I only hypothesize."
"True. Cut off insignificant bits, at least." He gives Rus a rueful shrug at the latter part. There's nothing he can say to it, really. He doesn't think muggles are in charge, but he knows what Rus means, he thinks.
"She was one of the three I'd thought of," he admits. "It's entirely possible for a person to be nervous-making but not offputting in any other respect. Is that the sort of person you're talking about?"
"It'll make me throw better," he mutters, just loudly enough for the observers to hear him, as he takes the glass. Of course they won't believe it, but they have, now, been warned.
Ok, my downstairs neighbor is officially a slanderous, hysterical, backstabbing, mean, cowardly weasel-sow, and her certified INSANITY NO LONGER EXCUSES HER CONDUCT. Have not slept. Need to make calls, but am in no state to make them. Sev is very relieved Rus didn't take that second thread badly. :) And...uh. thing. other thing. damn. was another thing.