“I suppose that’s all anyone could ask for, really, a warm meal,” Ishmael said pleasantly, although on that thought he returned to eyeing the quidditch player’s neck. A pity the museum was not exactly the place for it.

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"Yes," Owain said, feeling mildly awkward. "I personally am just happy to be able to have the basics." He glanced around and figured it was about time he get a move on. "It has been pleasant meeting you but I think I have loitered around in here long enough."

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The unease seemed to be settling in on them now - but oh well, it had been nice while it lasted. “Yes,” Ishmael agreed, flashing a last smile before he turned back to the knife through the glass, “you’d better run along.”

(Before Ishmael reconsidered, and made a warm meal of him.)

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