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Or the colors almost matched his team uniform. That could be been a possibility.
"Nothing's healthier than balance, I say," Ludo said in his usual loud tone, almost as if he was speaking to the whole shop and not just Dorcas in front of him. "Some of both is the way to go. And there's only so much green leafy vegetables and lean protein a man can take," he chuckled, tucking back into his sundae. "Well maybe, but for me, it goes straight to the belly. And that's nothing a few sit-ups can't fix," he drawled, sounding cocky and confident in himself.
"Well Quidditch! The team! Of course! Though I find they're related, because ice cream soothes the nerves from swinging a bat around all day, I figure." Ludo smiled, and said with a mouthful of chocolate ice cream, "Balance, really."
Ludo looked at Dorcas with wide, blue, almost childlike and innocent eyes, showing just how unprepared he was for all this serious news in the world. . .especially if it took away from so much focus on Quidditch! He gave her an empathetic look and simply said with a laugh, "Forget about it, let the ice cream melt away the troubles. That's why I'm here! A literal sweet escape."
He perked up a bit as she asked about his day, always thrilled to - what else - talk about himself. "Nah, I just got here. The usual. Practice from 8 to 5, drills and going through plays and manoeuvres, strength-training. Everything undoing this ice cream I'm putting back into the body, but that's what tomorrow's for! And if you're as busy as you make it sound, you'll probably burn off all the calories too, so. . .no thighs!" he said, trying to put a positive spin on things.