“Looks?” Rose smirked as she stirred the black liquid in her cup. Dennis, of all people, should know that looks didn’t bother her in the least. “Well, you needn’t worry. All of this compact brilliance there’s a bit of etiquette and situational awareness that pops up on occasion. Besides, I can make eating bacon kosher, so what’s a bit of talking in the cinema?”
She paused and sipped from her espresso again, before she shook her head. “No, no, I get that they hope to make all the money back, but why?” with a grin she gestured to Dennis. “Why haven’t any of you Muggleborns seen this? Do you realise the amount of money that could be made when you cut away all the extra work with the con-puters and make-up, and start a magical business that produces movies for Muggles?”