Ernie hadn't changed much - still had a bright smile and a genuine happiness about him. Chris could appreciate that, even if it wasn't his nature. "Good galleons? Well at least one of us does," Chris said, tipping his glass up for a toast as the bartender brought drinks.
He considered for a second, "I suppose. Cute, yeah." He said with a chuckle, his years in the States coming out in his speech patterns.
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