"I'm pretty sure that's a delicacy in some countries," Evan commented when Ginny said that they weren't dead chicks. He also shrugged when she said it was too early for philosophy. Sometimes Evan forgot that not everyone thought the same way as him, it wasn't actually that often, because, sadly, he tended to be much more academically inclined in terms of debate than others. Not that it mattered, he was quite happy to move on to something else. Unless it was with Harry, because Evan took great pleasures in talking complex theoretical concepts at Harry. One day he'd learn something and Evan would be more pleased than a pig in shit. Until that day, Harry had many more occasions to look forward to that involved white, dead, male theorists.
"I'm sorry, GinGin, I do not feel that the feelings mutual," he replied when she announced that she loved him. There was a smile on his lips, though, so it wasn't very hard to tell that he probably didn't mean that. Evan didn't actually tend to smile all that often, so it was always a bit surprising even to him when he did.
He proceeded to retrieve the berries and the chocolate spread from the pantry, since those seemed like more fun options than butter, and fetching stuff was definitely easier than cooking, so Evan decided. "Tea," he replied once he came back with the pancake additions, putting them down on the table. "Milk and one sugar," he added.
"You came in late last night," Evan commented, more an observation than anything else. He had never really been in a habit of demanding to know where people were or what they did. "Anything exciting?"