Ryland went along agreeably, he was never one to turn down food. "Alliteration is truly underrated," he said gravely.
He flicked his wand at Pete's basket, plucking out the blanket the house elves had helpfully included and spreading it over the grass. "Ripley isn't quite as fond of Reginald as your lion is, though. She removed herself to the owlery post-haste."