“Any of those stupid pills you get in muggle shops that claim to ‘get rid of your illness in twenty-four hours’.” He said with mocking disdain of the cold medicine’s broken promise. Pushing the blankets fully off of him, Roger adjusted the hem of his soft, off-grey jersey lounging pants and gave a bit of a cough. “This is utter shite.” As to what he considered 'utter shite' he didn’t specify, but instead grabbed Evan from the couch cushion he was currently occupying and pulled him into a lazy hug. The fluffy feline struggled for a few moments before resigning to his fate, craning his head around to look pitifully up at Zach. Normally Roger would have never made his precious cat do anything it didn’t want to do, but he wanted cat cuddles right now, damnit!
A small chuckle sounded, followed by a cough. “Don’t be coy, you’re clearly talking about how attractive I am.” A grin spread across his lips. “I’m so hot I’m burning myself up.” The grin faded, however, when they reached the subject of Cho. “…I don’t know what Cho thinks, Zach. I never know. Most girls are disappointingly predictable, and yet Cho… she’s always been a puzzle. Maybe that is why I’ve always wanted her; I clearly am mad and enjoy torturing myself. Ah—shit!” The Pepper-Up potion had clearly started its work as thick clouds of smoke began to unfurl from Roger’s ears.