"What? Teaching?" Theodore was well through his meal and each bite improved his mood. Apparently the saying that a full stomach wasn't inclined to argue rang true. "Or archaeology? Because that's a great job." He paused and gesticulated vaguely with his fork. "As long as you're not dealing with fussy mummies and hysterical sphinxes, of course."
Still under the calming influence of the food, Theodore smiled at Hannah. "I guess your patrons here can be as fussy as mummies, huh?" He leaned a bit over the counter in a secretive way. "I bet they smell better, too, but try telling a thousand year old mummy that it stinks." Then it hit him what Hannah had said about scrubbing the counters with her own hands. That was...pretty hard to imagine.
"Don't you have any house elfs to help you with the cleaning?" He asked, his eyes wide and curious.