"Most wizards don't have email. We tend to kill anything made after the second world war, just the magical aura that surrounds us. Tell the higher-ups to send a courier next time," he responded with a smirk of his own.

"Gee, Miss Tamwood, you really know how to make a fella feel special." When they got to a booth, he waited for her to slide in first before leaning against edge of the table. "Steak sandwich and fries for the lady? I like this place, you order at the bar."