"Then solitude would not be his thing," Jamie said with a laugh, fishing another chip off his plate and taking the time to eat it before he went on. "It's entirely different, though. If the sun's up, the day has started, there's a different energy to getting up than there is when it's still dark and quiet and burrowing back under the blankets is far more appealing."
Grabbing the last chip, he used it as a pointer instead of biting into it. "It's insane when you consider it's my family and family dinners usually end up in at least one redhead falling prey to the temper stereotype. But, I also agreed that it would be something Roxanne liked and it would help encourage use of the club." Both of those things were reason enough for him to do it. He'd suggest that Harry organize it, but it would never be done beyond a journal invitation that said dinner's at the club tonight or some such. "Ha. Ha. Just for that," he teased, "I should say no to bringing you along, you know."
Biting that last chip in half, finally, he shrugged. "And some of us have never learned to trust anyone that much." He ate the other half of his chip and stretched his arms and legs a bit. "Okay, in that context, yes, my thoughts were heading in the wrong direction. I think the only thing we can do is come up with activities and invite everyone, get small groups together and do something, set the example, basically. Unless you want to become the social director for the castle officially and plan regular events."