Terry added dark chocolate to his list. "Right, but you remember the last time we tried to buy wine, don't you?" He made a face, but added it to the list anyway. "Mags said we had worse taste than her grandmother, and you know that's an insult. If I hadn't seen Pippin spiking the punch last time, I'd have thought it was the girls' retaliation for the shiraz."
Rolling his eyes, he rolled up the parchment and tucked it into the pocket of his robes. "It's Carmichael you've got to watch out for. Hope you didn't finally find the bollocks to invite that witch from Floo Regulation, because he might snatch her right out from under you." Terry glanced toward his cane, decided he'd be fine without it and stood, making his way toward the kitchen. "You hungry?"