Hmmm. Charles brow was raised before he could stop himself as 'blending in' and observing were not two things he associated with the Magical Games & Sports head. Not that he considered Victoria to be boisterous, she had always been a pleasant happy medium as far as the Minister was concerned, so it did beg the question what was troubling her.

"Pish posh," he chuckled dismissively as he insisted by taking her hand and placing the shirt in hers. "You'll join me on the Bertie Bott's team and you'll enjoy yourself." He was already sporting his t-shirt and, if he did say so himself, it brought out that twinkle in his emerald green eyes.

Speaking of ahems... friend? Glancing bashfully back and forth between the young woman and the Unspeakable who must be twice her age, Charles attempted to make heads and tails of the situation. So...not a young father then. It had been a bit presumptuous of the man, yes, but there had been a rise of these teen pregnancies according to the papers. "Oh, well. Pleasure to meet you as well, Sita," he smiled kindly to her. "Red is an excellent choice. Almost my selection." Gryffindor being his former house and something he took GREAT pride in - defying his bloodline always brought him great satisfaction.

Adam felt Zita’s hand grip his arm a little tighter. His instinct was to reach over and pat her hand reassuringly, but instead he held out his hand for the shirts. Perhaps it was best that they just collect their shirts and move along on their merry way. Red was fine. He didn’t care what the name was (most of the puns would be lost on him anyways), or anything else about it except that they could move along after receiving it. ”Thank you Minister,” he said politely and, since he put his support cane away, let Zita steer him away from the counter.

When they stopped, he handed Zita her shirt. ”Sorry about zhat.” He felt it necessary to say something else. ” I swear I’m not zhaht old. But perhappen, after das last couple of years I look it,” he tried to joke as he also put on a goofy smile. Maybe the joke would ease the tension. He really didn’t want Zita to leave or for this to be their last outing together. He wanted to say the minister was crazy, but there were just too many ears around here and the last thing he needed was to loose his job.

He took a moment to pull the red shirt over his head, hoping it wasn’t on backwards (he hadn’t felt a tag). His hair was now sticking up a little and his glasses had shifted. He straightened the sunglasses, then patted at his hair completely missing the part that was sticking up. ”Did you want to throw eh few heads or…find eh pinball machine?”