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Smooth Sailing Chapter Four
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"Hmm, broiled salmon or fish filets, what a choice," Lucius commented wryly. "Well then, we could wait an hour and go find a nice restaurant on the mainland somewhere, if you like."
"What's wrong, Lucius, don't you know how to rough it?" Hermione teased him.
"Rough it?" he repeated, raising an eyebrow. "You call this roughing it?"
"Bet you've never gone camping, have you?" Hermione asked him. "I don't mean simply sleeping outside with your wand at your beck and call, I mean good, old fashioned, Muggle-style camping."
"Are you serious?" he laughed. "You mean as in rubbing a couple sticks together to start a fire, building a lean-to out of twigs, sleeping on a bed of leaves type camping? Of course not."
"I bet you couldn't last one night out in the wild, could you, Lucius Malfoy?" she asked smugly.
"Oh, and you could, bookworm?" he scoffed, sitting forward in his chair so their noses were practically touching. "All right, tell you what. We won't Apparate to Mont Blanc at all, how's that?