Terrence grinned. It was ridiculous fun to enable people into, well, having fun. Fletcher was woefully inexperienced in many of the things that Terrence considered fun, but that made him a prime candidate for enabling.
Of course, he imagined the champagne wasn't new to Fletcher. If it was, that'd just be sad.
"Know a good place to get champagne?" he asked. Then he paused, remembering that he had a house elf, now in his service since his parents were dead. He thought she might have gone somewhat insane since realizing that the heir had killed his parents, but she had been more of a parent to him than he was younger than his parents had, so he was kind to her, and she obeyed him. "I don't have any lying around, I don't think, but my house elf could probably just get us some. Unless you've got other ideas."