"Half a vineyard," Draco emphasized. "I couldn't even secure the whole thing," Draco said sullenly, but not too loudly. He didn't want Spencer rubbing it in, after all. It was one thing to have their trip ruined this way, it was another to lose face in front of his wife and friends!
"You have gone insane," Dina said flatly to Draco. "Most people would have gotten a 'too bad'. I can't believe you're complaining."
Draco looked torn between feeling flattered and feeling very indignant.
"And besides, Spencer and I are quite capable," Dina agreed, smiling at her husband brightly. The sad part was they both sort of believed their own bullshit. Although the two had weekly help, and liked to eat out at restaurants a lot (translate: no cooking, no dishes), they were deluded into this idea that they were quite reasonable folk. "It's nice to cook and clean sometimes, to really take charge of your self," she added sagely.
Draco glanced at his wife as she made a comment about house elves.
"You're right," he sighed, loudly. "We won't call them. Since these jerk offs are so great at playing house, we might as well see what this is like." Taking his wife's small hand, he peered at her pretty face under the brim of her sunhat. "That means less outrageous hats and no fly goggles for you," he chirped. "We'll really have to roll up our sleeves here."