"So no baby-daddy then?" He inwardly commended himself on yet another flawlessly executed human colloquialism. He pulled out a pack of Red Vines from his pocket and held it to his mouth like a cigarette. Verity had given them to him and told him if he wanted to get down with 'muggle culture' (another reference he was still a bit behind on) then he needed to try these. Overall he hadn't really enjoyed the first two he tried, but then he was slammed with an unnecessary mortal factoid (which he was sure was total bull) that 'you needed to try something approximately five times to see if you like it'.