"That's good. Otherwise you would be dreadfully soggy and I can't imagine that would be a good thing in a joke shop."
Her drink was nearly gone again and from the faint shimmer around her, she knew she had reached her limit. Sighing, she set the glass aside. "Sadly, tomorrow is another day and it is dreadfully difficult to hide the fact that you've been out far too late from your employers when your direct superior is your Aunt and her superior is your Grandfather. Perhaps we can do this again some time now that I know which handsome Weasley you are." She grinned at him. "And then you could actually buy me a drink."