"Brilliant," Landon chuckled as he shook the man's hand. At that particular moment of confirmation the Daily Prophet journalist had to take a moment to make a decision. To inquire about the foreigner's current political stand and his rumoured relations with one Tart-tastic Granger or to buy him a drink. Decisions... decisions.
"I'll tell you what," he'd decided patting the bloke on his shoulder. "My kid sister's having her eighteenth birthday today." He pointed toward Lisa and the group of friends in their booth as a laugh emitted from them. "You my new friend are officially invited to the party. Put your drinks on my tab - Landon Turpin. No worries."
He patted the man on the back. He'd decided he'd get some alcohol in the man's system before he asked any questions.