Are you trying to tell me there are people who don't? They're the best ones you do. [Although the ones with the little kick of spice come in close second, they remind him of something Henry cooked for them.

He lets her put away the documents, doing a quick snoop for anything else useful or incriminating, but the rest looks normal as far as he can tell, and so he turns back to her, once she's squirrelled everything away. ]

I'm ready when you are. Do you have to see, or have been to a place before to magic there?

[He supposes that makes sense, as far as anything about magic does in his limited understanding. People here throw fireballs or pop from one place to another, but there doesn't seem to be any reason for how it works. Not that he's heard yet anyway.

He steps up to take her hand, or at least, offer her his arm. He's forward enough to take her hand. Not with nice girls anyway. ]

And then to the senate?