“I hate the cart too. Bloody thing. But if you're taking requests and are adding a personal chef to the list...can I add a nap room? Moody's office will do nicely. It's spacious and posh. Plenty of rooms for bed.” She grinned a bit, because if there was one thing they needed in this world, it was a nap room, especially so someone could...sleep when they had a night like this. “Fat death eaters are the most fun to catch. Ya can tie them up before they've even put two fingers together for their wands.”
When she stepped onto the elevator, she considered the options. “Of course they don't water down their mead,” she added in an agreeable tone. “It's just naturally that bland and weak.”