[He'd been about to reply, but the sound of approaching footsteps distract him, and he turns his attention to the noise. Whilst Ginny isn't instantly recognisable, both her voice and comment give her away, and he shoots her a grin.]

There are ducks at Hyde Park. I convinced a friend to feed them poultry pies in an effort to breed an army of cannibal ducks. [He pauses, more emphasis than anything else.] They ate the pies, you know.