Laughter came so easily when he was with Lavender. At first, he'd been entirely put off by here obvious disdain, but over time she blossomed like her name and had opened up to him more than he'd expected. Grabbing a baguette and spooning a little of the ratatouille onto his plate, he sat back, curling his legs beneath himself.
"Non, I did not cook it myself. It's from one of Rene's - that is my father - favorite restaurants in Paris. He had it sent over as a gift for the team after our match yesterday. I could probably manage the ratatouille and the baguettes, but nothing much better than that." He smiled warmly. "I spent some time getting under foot in the kitchens as a child. Cook decided that if I was to be in her way, I would learn something while I was there. And, since you asked, I personally only have the one house. It is very small and quaint and my mother literally turned up her nose the first time she saw it. She is very much a socialite."
A long drink of the cool wine refreshed and (ironically) warmed him after the chill rain outside.
"All parents want only the best things for their children, I think, but a person should do what makes them happy, if they can. Even if it's just a hobby. What did your family want you to do?"