Feuilly makes an entirely unconscious mmmming noise at that. "I wonder if they really all play--hmm? Oh--ha. Yes, all right, Harry."

He reaches behind himself to swat at Harry before looking it up, though. "I--hm--if I'm reading this right--" Is he? There are diagram sas complicated as anything you'd expect for, oh, for delineating the governing bodies of a nation-- "I--ah. Sorry, Harry. I think France came seventh, and England--"

He keeps scrolling down.