Megan snorted in amusement at his comment about freckled grapes. Surely that would make an interesting wine. As the conversation moved to quidditch she reached for her cup of tea and sipped. Placing the catalogue back to it's place on the table.
"Well," she offered after her sip, "I work for Montrose these days. I think we've done alright lately." A grin on her face was present as she placed her cup back on it's saucer. A wave of her hand followed, "But that's boring, what sort of firm are you operating these days, Mr...er... Rich?"
She'd quickly decided that calling him Bee wouldn't be appropriate.