"I was the good daughter all last night," Ginny informed him, smirking at him. "But unfortunately, I spilled cocoa on mine last night, and I just couldn't let Mum wash it when she had so much to do."
She plopped down on the couch next to her brother, rolling her eyes at him. "Don't you start. I had enough grief over my cooking skills yesterday." From someone who'd never eaten anything she'd made, for Merlin's sake.