Jamie made a face of annoyance. He really hated that there were people like that. From what he understood of Muggle society, there were things about skin color which didn't exist in the Wizarding world. Yet, they picked on blood? "Maybe we should just shove them all off a cliff. That'd be nice, yeah?"
But the finished toast made him laugh, sputtering on the alcohol for a moment. Yeah, that had basically been the implication from him and he was glad Clint continued it. If Jamie noticed the way Clint downed half the glass, he said nothing - mostly because that was how he drank by himself. The cat was now sitting on the floor between their feet, staring at them.
Jamie arched an eyebrow as he set down his glass, "Yeah, what do you want?" Cori meowed lightly, looking at him expectantly. "Oh, I know," he unwrapped one of the tacos and carefully pulled off some shredded cheese, making sure it was just cheese and nothing else. Then he put it down on the floor where she immediately started eating it. "I know," he started to defend himself instantly, "She's incredibly spoiled. I can't help it." Then he took a bite out of what was apparently a chicken taco.