I can always do without the part where I have to heave into the bushes.

And yeah. I haven't the heart to tell Poppy that all the ginger's not much better. Well, it's better than vomming the contents of my stomach. But not by much.

Dunno as 'our friend' Snape would be half as inclined to assist me in my problem as he is invested in your furry one. That's a significant challenge, Wolfsbane. Keeping me from losing my lunch? Neither a priority nor a pioneering potioneer's miracle.

But it was good to see you in action again, old man. Did you a world of good, I think. So. Why is it you're sitting in your cafe writing to me and not, you know, finding your wife to celebrate the fact you're both alive?