"No, staying here's good," Nathan replied, just a little too quickly. He looked off to the side awkwardly and cleared his throat. "Uh, I don't feel like walking all the way out to the Great Hall or wherever. So yeah, here's good."

He took the liberty of summoning a house-elf himself and listed off the various alcohol he wanted, but paused before deciding on any food. "We should get a table in here. A, uh, real one. With chairs," he said to Charles, but then glared down at the house-elf to include it in the conversation. "Two chairs. And a blanket... thing that covers the top." He was maybe slightly embarrassed that he also wanted to ask for candles—but at least they'd have to be brutal black ones. They wouldn't serve much purpose, since it wasn't dark out yet. Maybe they could get some to use during dinner...