"Thanks, you're really cheering me up mate," Baron said, smirking. "Honestly, I might kill myself if I got stuck with Dawlish. Guy has no sense of personal space whatsoever. But it would be easier around here with a couple more guys, but we're doing fine. Everyone's coming along well. I had doubts, but you've proven me wrong." Even Louis had been doing a good job, and it was tragic that he'd gotten in the way of a wrong hex. He'd just been a kid.
"Uncle Al's all right. He knows when to shout and when to make changes so things improve, and he made the right choice with you." They were edging towards emotional territory if they continued this discussion, but Pucey seemed to want to know all the gossip.
"I didn't really get a chance to see anyone except Uncle Al, but I'd think people are doing the best they can, just like we are." He looked around, and saw Dawlish and Goldstein practically cuddling at the other table. Really, they should be more discrete.