"You realise this is normally meant for sharing," he points out, eyes widening in mock surprise before his expression melts into a lightly amused smirk. He opens his bottle of ginger beer, pouts himself out some and shakes his head a little.

"Have as much as you want. A friend once told me they think chocolate has a little bit of magic to it, that's why it has the power to cure most bad moods. That and... perhaps the amount of sugar in it."

He sets down the bottle, picks up the glass and leans back to take a sip. Lily sits back to watch, ears pricked forward and eyes on the plates and glasses. What is this! Is there food now? Is some for her?