'Bongos have a nicer tone than trays or saucepans.' Max grinned, watching Art carefully, making sure his son didn't inadvertently wreck anything. He nodded at her optimistic reply. 'You're right, we may just win it yet.'
The fight comment had him frowning. Why would anyone want to fight? With all the trouble that had happened recently, the war, the murders... Max just didn't understand why two people would want to come to blows over something insignificant in comparison to all that.
'Thanks.' Max took the offered mug and sipped it. 'Mmm delicious.'
Artemis took his own mug carefully, blowing on the liquid as he was told. 'He's called Mace, after Mace Windu.' Art smiled up at Hannah, expecting her to know who he was talking about, naturally.
'A Jedi from Star Wars.' Max supplied. 'Muggle films are Arts favourites.'