"Cold? Please, witches learn the beauty of a good warming charm on the legs by the time we hit fourth year," she joked. "It's good to see you, and thanks for the invitation, I have to admit I'm excited to see what all the fuss is about over this American football." She shrugged her coat off and placed in the room he indicated before stepping into the bathroom to check her hair and makeup.
Joining him in the kitchen she said, "Normally I'm a bit of a gin girl, but we've got to do this right, so how about an American beer? I brought a wine from Napa Valley - they claim to have better Chardonnay than France, so I'm skeptical." She set the bottle on the counter and watched him work. "Can I help with anything?" She asked, praying to Rowena that he'd say no thank you, being that she was hopeless in the kitchen.