"They do. For whom, I don't know. Perhaps we're meant to break it out for very important parents." He had never met a parent important enough to drink with, at least since he'd been allowed to stop kowtowing to the Malfoys and their ilk. "There's no shortage, at any rate. Getting tired, is he?" he asked, stretching his legs out now that the space under the table had freed up again. "I wouldn't have thought it was possible. You can hope that someday he grown out of being a clothes-tearing hellion."