"Me, weird?" Harry spotted Ron and waved him over even as he watched Faelan take another nervous sip of his beer. "I'm afriad what passes for normal with me is still pretty weird."
He took a sip of his ale to cover the grin that wanted to break out on his face again, lest he give away his intentions before he could even make his introductions. "Ron, what's the word, mate? How's our girls?