Phin glances up from his sketchbook, in which he's been drawing particularly interesting looking old people and what he imagines their patronus forms would look like (as it turns out: mostly dogs, hideous monkeys, or the odd parrot). This is an exercise in ignoring a hangover, or something that would definitely be one if he were slightly more unlucky. Perhaps it'll hit him worse later, when they're somewhere important.

"You've still got tonight for breaking hearts."