"Well, explain that in the letter to my mum, then. That you have ideas, and you think her tastes would better suit to bring them out?" Draco couldn't imagine that his mother would have a problem with that, and he didn't have a problem as long as Astoria's mother was away from it. "A lake full of swans, you say? Better owl fast."
Draco rose from the table and followed her to the small dining room, smiling at the touch of the candles and letting his hand trail down her back teasingly before he untied the apron and then sat it aside. If the improper housewife was cming out later, she certainly might need that.