"All kinds. It was a muggle cafe, we served a bit of everything." He answered. "Our specialty was gourmet burgers and home cut fries...rather than those nasty greasy fast food kinds..." He explained. Blake didn't see himself as a great chef or anything. He could follow a recipe, he could do an assembly line. But he couldn't make his own concoctions. "Wow. Impressive. I love kids, but I'm not sure I'd be able to raise them. My older sister has two kids, I love watching them...but I think that might be cause I'm still a bit of a child myself. How old are they?" He babbled good-naturedly, and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his slacks.
__________________ || In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life. It. Goes. On. ||  || Blake William Robinson-Department of Mysteries || Leah Savannah Sawyer-Ravenclaw, First Year || This signature was dug up in the BADGERS DEN |