"Right. Chicken salad it is, then..." She smiled, and she thought it might be her imagination that told her he was... looking at her. She did have to be imagining it, right? Still, with his cloak off, and his muggle clothes, it was easy to believe that he wasn't the Headmaster - at least not tonight. "Pour the wine, then, and I'll get it warming..." She said, before she could say anything too embarrassing, and disappeared into the kitchen.