Miles was in the kitchen, staring blankly into the open fridge, letting all of the cold air out. He'd heard the flare up of the floo, and figured it was either Adrian, or his sister, or the Elf, or something. He hadn't really thought it was going to be Ade, but he gave a little sigh as he closed the door, beer in hand.
"I dunno, mate." Miles called out, reaching for a drawer to dig around for the bottle opener. "You don't seem all that confident."