"Oh Merlin, you're not going to sing are you? I'm already poisoned!" But Fred was grinning, too, and he arched an eyebrow as she checked her watch and then hummed under his breath for a moment but seriously, food could wait, right? That way there would be some left for George and Lee and Kingsley and they could talk about what excellent hosts they were...
"Don't know," He said, taking a drink and then sitting his bottle down and turning toward her. "What would a singer and a one armed man do to kill the time?"