Orsino felt as though he really ought to know more about what they were talking about, and maybe if this were a few years ago he would have. Before he'd started living on his own he was hard-pressed not to hear about the latest Quidditch news on a daily basis. He'd been to the World Cup, a few years ago, but then there'd been that attack and it had sort of turned him off to the whole thing.
Nowadays, the most he knew was that Meghan played for the Prides, and now and then he tried to make a game. He ate some more of the frog and chewed slowly. "Hm. That sounds like it must have been fun."