"The next zombie apocalypse?" Mikey said amusedly. "Is this something you've got all planned out?" He hadn't pinned Spencer as the secretly evil type, but maybe he'd been wrong. "Should I be worried? I am spared in your master plan?" He tilted his head and smiled slowly. "I could probably offer some favours in return for being spared."
When Madam Rosmerta came back over he glanced at the taps on display and then tossed out the coffee option pretty quickly. "Two, please," he said. "Coffee's only for when I'm faced with the children or lessons." Which admittedly was fairly often. "Can't speak for Gerard, though." He watched as their pints were pulled slowly, the golden liquid sloshing happily into the big glasses. "What about you, Professor? Seem to remember you drinking my coffee very happily that morning in my rooms."