"I would," Zacharias assured him with a little grin. "I'm sure a way could be managed. One of the boxes, perhaps." With no one else there, no one to freak Theodore out. Just him and Greg. That could be okay, right?
He only smiled when Theodore returned from the kitchen with nothing in his hands. "Theodore," he said, not minding the absentness, or anything else. His eyes moved to Greg, and he nodded. "That would be great," he said, nodding towards the butterbeers that Greg was pulling out - always a welcome trat.
"Oh they're fine. My parents are well as always." And he had no siblings, or close cousins or anything like that to worry himself about. "How are yours?"