Ernie took the profferred stool, still a mite dazzled by how well Chris had aged, and chuckled. "Thanks, and of course I'm buying. I'm a healer, we make good galleons, don't you know." Matching actions to words, he waved the bartender over to order.
"And the thing I said was a line I heard from a Muggleborn once, and I thought it was cute. What do you think, did it work?"