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He looked about the room, his eyes fleeting from one thing to another. It was full of muggle toys. Not that they were toys of course, but Mark couldn't quite take muggle inventions seriously. Her question took him somewhat by surprise, and he grinned. He'd planned on putting her to bed, and toddling off to the kitchens himself. Now it seemed she had sobered slightly. Perhaps there was more here.
He sat her down on the bed, and pulled the two bottles from his robe. 'A drink might be nice,' he grinned again. Provided we call for some food first.' He raised an eyebrow, waiting for her permission to do so.
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