"He's too old for you," Terry found himself saying, and completely disregarded the hypocrisy of that statement. However, there was one large difference: he and everyone he dated were adults; Wren was a little girl. Well, a teenager, but still a little girl to him.
His eyes followed the waitress as she walked back to the front of the restaurant, and agreed with Wren. But dating was the last thing he had in mind. "I just might do that Wrenlet," he said, grinning. He'd at least get her Floo address.
He read the menu, listening absently as Wren listed off what she was eating. "You really are hungry, and Michael stop letting the girl skip lunch," he admonished. "The Defense League will officially start in mid-February, but we'll be modifying the curriculum immediately to get you all prepared."