"You never know. This could be just the start to the evening," Jake implied, then taking out his wand he added the finishing touch and turned on the wireless to a station that played the wizarding equivalent of jazz.
He took a slice of the meat pizza and took a small bite, inhaling a bit as the pizza was hot and he didn't want to scald his tongue. "S'good," he told Chris with approval. He washed down another bite with some wine and leaned back against the cushions. His legs nudged Chris'.
They ate in comfortable silence, talking about a few inane things like Chris' work and Jake's work and Jake commenting how anyone who liked sweet corn on their pizza was barmy.
Chris had said something that amused Jake to the point of spilling a bit of wine down the front of his shirt. "Fuck," Jake muttered, still grinning and instead of removing the wine stain with a spell he just took off his shirt. "I can be a terrible slob sometimes. Best if I just finish without putting all of my food and drink down the front of me."