"Abrahama who?" Mikey said, moving on from staring longingly at the jelly to fixate on the trifle that was sitting next to it. He was pretty sure there'd been a lady called Abrahama working the front desk at the Ministry. She'd known a worrying amount about dragon breeding. Mikey had liked her. She didn't have a beard though. But who knew what Adam was talking about.
He passed the bottle back over carefully. Not because he was a nice person but because he couldn't drink and eat at the same. Or at least he didn't think he could. Probably something to try in private before bringing out at a party.
"And steak is made of cow backside," he said happily. What was the problem? It was nice tasting bone marrow. And frankly he was quite happy to eat anything as long as it wasn't made of dead house elf. "Come on," he said, tugging at Adam's sleeve for what? The hundredth time that evening? Adam needed to be more conveniently biddable. "I can see the way you're looking at that pie."