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Nigel sighs. "Helping the Americans... how else can this day get weirder?" Nigel picks up his tea and his cane and walks towards the wreckage.
Gale looks over. "What's that?"
Gale: "You really need to learn when I am joking."
Gale smirks. "Are you saying that a Slytherin can't care about others?"
Gale stays quiet so Alejandria can rest.
Gale shrugs. "Don't quite know myself."
Gale: "You are the only person that hasn't bored me to death so far."
Nigel: "We don't need respect from Americans. Now drink your disgusting coffee before it gets cold and becomes a waste of money."
Gale: "All of the above."
Gale: "So far, you're the only one that hasn't bored me to death."
"Not our problem." Nigel sips his tea. "Damn American shouldn't have been driving like an idiot."
Gale shrugs.
Nigel takes another sip of his tea. "Never really look at it until I'm already late."
Gale: "All cats are different. Just like people. Everyone could have a cat that matches their personality."
Nigel: "Got here late as usual. Missed it."
Gale: "On the train. You said you move a lot. That is usually associated with ADHD."
(Oh.... sorry lol. I'm Canadian.) Nigel takes a sip of his tea. "You don't need to fit in unless you are certain the other mafias are around. How...
Gale: "As long as you aren't in a fit of ADHD, right?"
Nigel: "I really wish you would stop talking like a damn American... Country affected your brain, has it?"
Gale grins. "Then I guess I need to use a bit more powerful of a spell to change that, won't I?"