'Hi, what would you like?' Dani smiled brightly at the blonde-haired girl sitting alone at the table.

The girl was apparently lost in her own world. She was gazing misty-eyed at the menu.

Dani tapped her on the shoulder. 'Hey. Can I get you anything?'

The girl looked up and folded her arms across the table. 'Thanks, but…I don't think I'm allowed to eat on a mission.'

'Mission? What, are you a spy?' Dani laughed. 'What's your mission?'

'I'm here to talk about how you treat your house-elves,' the girl said seriously.

Dani rolled her eyes, still smiling. 'This isn't Harry Potter. We don't have house-elves.'

'Well I think you do. You're menu's huge, there's no way you can cook it all by yourself.'

'I don't cook it. The chefs do,' Dani explained, slightly exasperated.

'I know. Your chefs are all house-elves; I've seen it in the papers. And I also heard on CNN that you don't pay them, and I think that's bullying and America shouldn't tolerate that.'

Dani raised her eyebrows. 'I think you might be on crack, so…I'm gonna go.'

'I'm not cracked. If I was cracked then my body would be made of china or something, and everyone knows that that Chinese people only exist in Alice in Wonderland.'

Dani smirked and then turned serious. 'Look, you're doing a great job of this prank, I appreciate the effort, but I have to work. So can you please just order?'

'Are you going to pay your house-elves equal wages?'

'You're kidding. No.'

The girl didn't smile. She picked a suitcase up from her feet. 'I don't want to have to do this, because a lot of people in this world go hungry and I don't want to add to that, but this suitcase is full of clothes and if you don't pay your house-elves, I'm going to set them free.'

Dani burst out laughing. 'I'm sorry…' She laughed harder.

'You should be,' the girl said bluntly. 'This is no laughing matter, Dani,' she said, reading Dani's name tag. 'So where are the kitchens?'

'Okay. Okay, c'mere.' She pulled herself together and rested a hand on the blonde girl's shoulder. 'Let's go to the kitchens. I'll prove to you there are no house-elves, and you can go home, okay?'

'Okay,' the girl said quietly. 'But I still don't believe you.'

'Alright. Come on, Harry Potter.'