"That would be the point," Quentin said, patting Mops on the head. "He does like to chew on things. He's make remarkable work on a pair of awful slippers that my Mother gave me." He made a face. "Now I've a perfect excuse if she asks on them. 'Oh, I'm sorry Mum, the dog ate them'." Handy!
"Do you get to go in and swim with them?" he asked curiously. "That must be fun." He had always thought it would be exhilerating to swim with the dolphins. Or go down in a cage in shark infested waters. Quentin liked anytthing that was athletic, that was a rush of adrenaline.
"Why made you decide to come back?" he asked, pausing and looking up when the waitress came with their drinks. He flashed her a charming smile and said thank you as he wrapped his hand around the tall glass. He wondered what had prompted Patricia to come back... and what now? So many questions. He was a Ravenclaw, of course he had questions.
He sipped the Butterbeer which was warm and tasty. He liked alcohol, preferred alcohol, but sometimes, a nice butterbeer was just really really great.