“It sounds like a nice arrangement, though,” Melinda said with a nod, because it did. Unlike Genie, she hadn’t stuck in the Muggle world during the war, though she had felt like it was where it was better for her to be. And it had worked out for the best, what with culinary school and the techniques she had learned there as opposed to the magic way she would have learned by doing it strictly in the Wizarding World.
Melinda grinned at Dominic. “You were pretending to be… uhm…” she snapped her fingers, trying to recall the name. “Super Man?” she tried. “A Muggle friend of mine showed me a film with a man in blue pants and red underwear. He had a cape and enough grease in his hair to fry a batch of donuts in. Apparently it was a lack in my upbringing to never have seen this man fly.”