There's Hedwig, Danny thinks, and he can't even be offended because normal behaviour is exactly what he'd been hoping for. It's almost a relief.

"That's very funny," he drawls, wiping his mouth with a napkin. "You gonna eat those fries or are you saving them for your own miniature craft project?" He pops the cap off his second bottle of beer and leans back in his chair, holding Hedwig's gaze.