"I don't know. I like the idea of my secretary being in charge of my lunch. Builds solidarity, I think. A relationship of sorts." Draco wasn't drawling lazily, as usual, he was uptight, and his words came out in harsh, articulated syllables. "I don't like the idea of my lunch being ordered from afar from this ominous place. My first secretary was good with lunch. Did I fire her?"
"It's been an awful day for me, too," Draco sighed, turning to rub her side halfheartedly. "I'd ask you to come with me but someone needs to stay home to make sure the wards are done right. And I trust you," he smiled. Cracking his knuckles, he rolled back his shoulders before flopping down onto the bed. "What happened today?" he bothered to ask, adjusting his cuffs. "Do you feel well?"