Right. Snail. He patted Rolf's chest, giving the bird a wry little smile, just a touch self-deprecating. "It's a lot better than naming him 'Owl,' anyway." And there was probably some sort of post-related joke to be made out of all of that, which he'd eventually settle on and abuse until it was no longer at all amusing. He pressed his face briefly against Rolf's throat, breathing him in before turning his attention to his coffee again. "I thought I'd get you fed up, for starters," he said, gesturing without much urgency at the table. The food wasn't going to get cold any time soon. He was a wizard, after all. "And then - well, if you've got work to do, I can get some reading done. Go back to bed. Generally be a lump, that sort of thing. Otherwise ... I don't know. It's not so bad outside. We could actually leave the flat."
Not that they didn't do that in one another's company on occasion, but being as busy as they were did tend to mean that free time got eaten up with resting, and with all that staying in entailed. John didn't mind that at all - it was undeniably the highlight of his week - but he'd also never minded in the least being in public with him, possibly because public display was nothing he'd have considered even if he'd been perfectly open about who he was. Rolf enhanced everywhere they went together, as far as he was concerned, whether it was to eat or to see something or just to walk, and it said a lot about their ease of interaction that he hadn't yet once felt uncomfortable with it all.
He also knew that Rolf was currently juggling a full-time job with the Ministry, an upcoming book, and ministrations to John knew not how many werewolves. The book in particular often cropped up in his thoughts because he was, of course, intensely proud of him for it, and it seemed impossible that one man should get on with quite so much and not let anything fall behind. John had taken to prodding him about it occasionally. He was just excited. Rolf's reputation didn't need any help from him, but all the same he liked to think everyone shared his opinion of his flatmate, and he was sure he deserved at least as much acclaim as whatever opprobrium he'd received for the initial translation mishap.