"Yeah that'd work," Angie mused. They'd have to put up the goals, but that wasn't too big a deal. She'd do it if she meant a match.
"That's it exactly," she replied coming back with the cakes in question, her eyes straying back to the screen as the Indian family argued, slipping in and out of English as they did.
"You sure you want to marry me? I am pretty in love with Quidditch," she teased. She handed Alicia a cake on a plate and pushed the raspberry sauce at her. She always asked for it on the side, because she herself used it so sparingly. She didn't have much of a sweet tooth; she liked her chocolate like her tea, black and not sweet.