Verity was drawn from her thoughts by his chuckle and realised that she'd been staring at his glass. She smiled at the mentioned of his surprise, ducking her head slightly with a small laugh. "I try not to drink too much whiskey when I'm going to be around my friends... they don't really approve," she commented. When he mentioned ordering something to eat she laughed, and wanted to so bad. However, her ego won out.
"George Weasley, you know I could drink any man in this pub under the table," she bragged confidently.
She took the offered drink, ignoring the martini for the time being and smiling at the burn of the firewhiskey down her throat. This was what she'd wanted tonight. She kept her mouth closed on blood-status. She knew very well that it still mattered in the war. Even if the Dark Lord had lost, those sorts of prejudices didn't die with him.
"Still no post-war reconciliation then?" she asked, focusing on his brother than blood.