"I'm good," he said, surprised at how much he meant it. Things were shapely up nicely with Hermione, Ginny was out of the hospital, he wasn't working--except for the whole "presence" thing--and things were generally looking up. "Other than having stumbled into something I don't understand at all." He gestured around them.
"How long have you known me? Of course I want a drink." He laughed. "Do you still have that one...shite, I don't remember the name. I'm good with whatever you say is good."