"You're right." Ben said, before adding. "It does sound like total gibberish." he finished, grinning. He ate another bean. Coconut, not so bad. He never cared too much about what he ate. He ate what tasted nice. He was never too unhealthy. He never seemed to be that overweight either. He was fairly active, so he could get away with eating a bit more than the active person.
Ben walked up and down the room. He couldn't stand doing nothing. He didn't want to disturb his parents. He looked out of the window. There was a pool where lots of people were swimming. There were a game next to it...some muggle sport...where you hit a ball over the net. Ben could remember the rules, just not that name. What was it? Tennis! That was it. Even though he was staying in a wizarding hotel, they always seemed to put muggle sporting activities outside. For cover, he assumed. He wondered if there would be an indoor Quidditch pitch anywhere. He'd rather play that than tennis. He needed to practise if he wanted to make the team the following year. "Hey Butterfly, is there a Quidditch practise pitch or anything around here?" he asked his sister, wondering if she had seen anything.