"Well you did undermine him a lot..." Roger trailed off thoughtfully. "And you guys spent a lot of time weirdly talking about butchering practices, and things about blood drainage and how it would affect the taste of the meat."
Ah yes, Dina knew too well. She was surprised he never tried roping Draco into those conversations-- the ominous blonde would probably be delighted.
"Throwing up?" Dina laughed. "At least you got around to it. I've still yet to try one. Anyways, for sangria, we basically just cut up fruit that we like, add some cinnamon sticks and orange liqueur, let it chill-- voila!" Tucking a strand of loose hair behind her ear, Dina frowned. "I know we have fresh strawberries from the market, and I'm pretty sure we have oranges unless Roger ate them all again..."
Roger didn't blink at the accusation. Instead, cautiously, "...can I help?" Dina drew a breath.