Zacharias chuckled softly. "You're right, I'm sorry. I'm good. Very good, thank you." He took a sip of his wine and then set the glass near his plate, picking up his life and fork.
"Just dreams?" he added with an amused look. "I don't know. I have a feeling that the dreams I have are entirely different than the ones you have." Zacharias's dreams were just that - dreams. Random thoughts and the mind shuffling and organizing things. Not prophetic.
He twirled some pasta with his fork and lifted it to his lips. It was good, but then, the House Elf was very skilled in the culinary delights.