Moody knocked on the door, and then opened it. "Rascaile?"

"Moody," Bishop said, looking up in surprise. "What can I do for you?"

The old copper did his usual scan of the room and then closed the door behind him. "Care for a bit of luncheon?"

Raising a brow, Bishop nodded, wondering if this was just a casual invitation or something more ominous. "Sure. Is this business or pleasure?"

"A Little of both, really. Heavier on the pleasure side of the equation, though."

"Excellent." Shrugging on his jacket, he held the door for the grizzled old Auror. "Where did you have in mind, then?"

"It's a surprise," Moody said, cagily. He stepped out into the hallway and began striding toward the lift when he'd seen Bishop following him.

Bishop caught up easily and shortened his stride to walk along with Moody. They boarded the lift and pressed the button for the Atrium, dodging a few interoffice memos as they flew in.

"So..." Moody said, lightly and conversationally. "How are things?"

"Escaped crazy soon-to-be in-laws aside, things couldn't be better," Bishop replied. "I understand you know our news."

"Yes," he replied, tugging nonchalantly on an earlobe. "We never did decide when you were coming to dinner, though."

Bishop inclined his head slightly as the lift doors separated. Starting across the Atrium, he gestured toward the floos in question. "No, we didn't. Anytime should be fine. Dora and I don't have any pressing engagements."

Moody nodded. "I'll have to coordinate with Verity; I'd like to organize a bit of a meet-and-greet." He held out his elbow. "Shall we?"

It wasn't often Bishop side-alonged where he was not the one doing the apparating, but he placed a hand on Moody's arm. "Ready when you are."

Moody apparated.

Bishop looked around once they arrived. They were in the middle of nowhere, with nothing but green fields and orchards and forested clumps as far as the eye could see.

Moody leaned over and stated, "Alastor Moody lives on the Forty Furlong Farm in Gloucestershire, near Toddington."

"Good to know," Bishop said with a grin. Tonks had mentioned Moody's farm and it more than lived up to her description. He understood now why their luncheon location was to be a surprise. "A farm fresh meal, then? That's a nice change. Dora's an excellent Auror, but cooking is not her forté."

Moody snickered under his breath and agreed while he waited for the fidelius charm to do its work.

A long dirt track lined by ancient pippin trees led to a stone house and a large stone barn. Off to the left -- in the distance -- was another large stone cottage and off to the right there was a large pippin orchard. Behind the first tree was an old brown pickup truck.

Bishop looked at his host. "It's a shame that charm only has to be done once. The reveal is always excellent."

"Isn't it, though?" Moody paused at a stone gargoyle which was situated just off of the road, and conversed a bit with it before giving Bishop a nod. "Come on, Rascaile. I hope you like corned beef." He climbed up into the truck.

"I do indeed," Bishop said, climbing into the passenger's seat. The truck rumbled to life and started down the lane.


[Synopsis: Moody and Bishop go to lunch]