Jon nodded, a small puff of flour coming off the book as he slammed it closed and sat more upright. Perhaps a beer wasn't the best idea...but it was his one night off, and Euan was with his grandparents. He was bloody well making the most of it.
"Saw the owls," he murmured, "start of term's always busy for you, isn't it?" He smiled, remembering the skiving snackboxes from his own days as a student. It was a miracle that kids still managed to get their hands on them - but it seemed George got more and more ingenious every year.