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[Note: Will is unlikely to use video unless there is a good need for it. He'd be more inclined to do text until he's made a substantial recovery and becomes more comfortable with voice.]

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I like mostly plain. [His gran hadn't ever had a taste for spicy things, so plain is more in keeping with his sense of comfort food.]

You're not, though. I mean, maybe the word sounds silly, but-- [He frowns, picking at his sleeves again, not sure if he should say anything but blundering forward anyway because he's embarrassed by his gaff.] There are only a couple million of us. Total. Everywhere.

[He grew up in the nearly complete isolation of Britain's wizarding societies, and until taking Muggle Studies last year he'd never once considered the sheer scope of the world outside it. There were billions of them, Alecto Carrow had told them once when one of the students had tried to argue with her over the fact that it was silly to imagine Muggles had the ability to chase witches and wizards into hiding. Literal billions of them. And now he can't help but think back to the "gun" Ellie had shown him, how she said she had used it to kill Voldemort. With all of his might and magic, the stuff he had used to torment and terrorize the magical community for decades, a teenager without so much as a wand or an army or a grand plan from Dumbledore himself had put those tiny little bullets into him and he had died. It's a bit frightening, really.

He doesn't buy the Death Eater rhetoric for a moment, of course, but it's certainly difficult to imagine them as harmless woodland creatures, now.]

And you have got weapons, haven't you?

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[A couple million. That's a minority when the world was, what? Seven billion now last check? Granted, doing a check of all of Earth must have been a heavy task and, really, impossible. There were so many areas that could not be covered, and how many people were living in them? Guesses could be made, but there was no real way to say exactly how many people populated the planet. By the time they managed to get an exact count, so many would have died and been born that it would be off. He hadn't heard that little tidbit from what he could recall, but it doesn't give him physical pause.

He digests it inwardly if it needs to be addressed later.]

That's not a lot in the grand scheme of things. [He's sure Neville knew that already, but he feels it appropriate to make it known he did hear it. Conversation is give and take, inclusion instead of exclusion. No one wants to use their voice only to feel it being totally ignored. What he drizzles on the fish serves to make a little less healthy than it would be on its own, calorie wise. It's nothing like it would be if it was fried, and it also has the bonus of containing absolutely no human products.

His form of a garnish is just a bit of kale shoved between hot fish and the plate, but it's better than nothing. A gourmet chef like Lecter might look at it and tell him it was better to just leave it off entirely, but Lecter wasn't here and if a gourmet chef happened to wander into the kitchen just in time to judge him, he'd missed his chance. It's just fish, but it's large enough to serve its purpose, and if Neville were to ask for something else, he'd do his best.]

We have weapons, but nothing quite like magic. [Fact, nothing more, said as he comes around with both plates in hand, carrying them but not really with any expertise in the matter. He's not the sort of guy one would see at a restaurant and think he had plenty of waiting experience, especially not how he's just holding fork and knife in one hand because he has nowhere else to put them, but it gets the job done. Neville's get slid over first before he sits down across from him, doing his best to smile and, this time, succeeding far better than he had before.] Guns are probably the ones you'd know. We used to use bow and arrow, cannons, ancient men used pointed sticks in the face of no real technology. Battleships were useful. Grenades and bombs and all sorts of things, but guns are the ones people seem to know the most. [Neville's the guest. The guest starts first. Will may not be a practiced host, but he knows that much.

...but if he doesn't start soon, Will's not going to stand on ceremony and just dig in himself.] If you're trained right, though, the best weapon you could ever have is your own body.

[Will's body may not seem impressive, and no, he hardly has large muscles that would intimidate. His mind, though. Ah, that mind of his just happens to contain countless brutal murders, the tactics of the killers, the methods used to end human lives and fight their way out of situations that would seem impossible to defeat.

He doesn't need rippling muscles for his body to be a weapon. He also doesn't need to tell that to anyone, much less ever get in a place where he has to get physical and goes from dumpy dog man to someone who has a bit more than a few self-defense classes under his belt.]