Verity pulled at her sandwich while he spoke, letting the cheese stretch a bit and cool the inside. "My dad's a Muggle," she said around a bite of cheese and toast, nodding. "But he's figured out that my owl likes a treat, and that she only wants the notes tied to her left leg." She swallowed. "Picky thing."
She took another drink of wine. "So. What five things? Toasties..." She held up one finger, then started in on her sandwich. "You know your cheese," she added with a smile.
She had the sudden odd thought that there hadn't ever been a guy in her flat. Well, George, when she first moved in, and Justin, but he scarcely counted. It wasn't nearly as odd as she thought.