Zacharias nodded. She was...reasonable enough. Less snappish than he remembered her from school. He wasn't getting evil glares. At least there was that.
"It will work well enough," he noted, trying to keep the surprised expression off his face. "Are we talking like pirates commandeering ships here?" And he seemed to be brilliant at showing off the fact that he'd been living as a Muggle for a good seven years. No use trying to cover it up now.
"But, yes. Susan is bringing me my own bottle of firewhiskey. If Megs shows up, I guess I'll share some of it. I hope she does. I need sanity in a room."