"Doing fairly enough," was Rodolphus' reply as he moved to stand beside his wife, offering her a faint smile before his gaze drifted back to Lucius.
A pub, hm? It was never the sort of place he could say no to. And where else was there to go? Shopping was out -- he'd rather go home than shop. Strolling along Diagon might be fine for a bit, but he'd soon grow tired of that frivolity.
"I could do with a bite to eat," he decided, smirking slightly. "Or a drink. Bella, how does that sound?"