"I'm sure you will. And I wouldn't be so cruel as to tell Mum and Dad that you might be coming." He wanted to take his brother by the shoulders and shake him for being such a wanker. Instead, he curled his hands into fists and shoved them into the pockets of his robes.
"They'll be a plate for you. And a pint. Should you fit us in to you busy schedule," he finally said. "If you'll excuse me, I have to buy a quill." He bent his head over the display case. That one on the left looked promising. He'd ask the clerk to see that one.