Whatever discussion that Gilbert was referring to, he'd certainly piqued Angela's interest. If it was important enough to bring up so quickly, it had to be interesting. She took a sip of the cider, curling her manicured hands around the mug, "If you deem it so."
"Given the state mother's house is in, I believe that your place might be better if you don't have any objections." She certainly wasn't bringing Gilbert to where she really lived. The last thing she needed everybody to know is that she was living in a Muggle flat.
"Of course we're going to finish. Honestly, Gilbert," She teased, "I'm not going to order you a perfectly good drink and not have you drink it. Especially given how long I've been waiting to see you drink alcohol." It was true. Sadly, she'd never been able to get Gilbert drunk during their school years, no matter how much she'd tried.