When he came through the Floo, Muriel was sitting on the lounge nursing a gin and tonic, head back and eyes closed, just enjoying the silence. She opened them when she heard the chimney roar. She watched him as he crossed the room, dropping a box wrapped in brown paper onto the coffee table.
She leaned in to let him kiss her, then turned her head, huffing a laugh at the thought of a shoplifter bleeding from a non-existent nose.
"Sounds like you had a fun afternoon," she said. "More exciting than mine, at any rate. Actually, a nosebleed might have been a good way to get rid of her. Perhaps I'll have to stock up on Wheezes. The perfect way to get unwanted visitors to leave. Why have I never thought of that before?" She took another sip of her gin, set the glass down. "Would you like a drink?"