George looked at Lee uncomprehendingly for just a moment, then laughed. And instantly regretted it. He pinched the bridge of his nose gently with flat fingers, shaking his head and laughing.
"I know what it's called, berk, I just hate using the fucking thing." He downed he rest of his drink, then leaned to splash both glasses full again.
"So. No magic. Shop's great, though, as long as I can keep Verity happy and she keeps learning how to do the magic bits of the production. Oh, and I'm not living with my mother, but I might as well be, as much as I'm over there for meals, because she's sure that I'm starving to death."
He sighed. "And dating's not all it's talked up to be."