The Baron bobbed slightly as he bent forward in his suspensors, attempting to see what A addressed, and his eyes widened instantly at the sight of the strange little creature. Was it -real-? It had to be. . . it did look real, and, everything else here seemed real enough. As good as roasted chicken did sound, it barely registered with him as he looked at the house elf. He managed to rasp, "And wine. . .", to try and see if the elf would listen to him too, but, it was possibly the least authoritative command he'd ever given. As this was the weirdest creature he'd ever seen.