And, yet, in the magical world, it would not be much of a surprise to run across a talking book. Some probably have. Eric's interest was largely in all sorts of subjects, but he found his favourites to be philosophy and history of all sorts—everything from muggle to magical. "Everything is an educational experience," he said, shrugging off her statement regarding white people, "I'm not offended, to you that may be the case. Some see a forest, some see it for the trees."
Eric finished his second order of fish and chips, leaning back in the booth. The server, asking him if he wanted a third helping, seemed slightly taken aback that he ate the whole thing. "You're getting fat, Eric. All you're getting is salad the next time you come in."
"I don't eat that rubbish when I'm out!" he said, the server laughing a bit as she walked away with his dirty dishes. Eric turned his attention back to the stranger. "Try deep-fried chocolate sometime," he told her. "It's hard to make, but I've managed."