"That's pretty cool! " Harry chuckled. "I would think they might sling worse words, ma'am, and still be wrong." He held a hand next to the other, and silver fire lit, in a ball, then went out.

"Some call me wizard, or warden, or apostate. Most days, I don't care anymore, as long as I know where lunch is coming from." He paused and looked around. "Speaking of which... yeah!" He pointed to a computer terminal on the wall. "Want something to eat or drink?"

He was hungry okay?