"Oh, thanks Lav," he said sarcastically, "that's made me feel loads better." He couldn't help but chuckling after he spoke though. He knew his Mam'd have a right fit, but he couldn't blame her, and he said as much. "I'd deserve it if she did, I know. But yeah, probably best if y'send your parents away...might tarnish that 'great fun' image they have of me." He smiled at her. "You've got t'stay though! I need moral support."
He finished off the first half of his sandwich and started on the other before speaking again. "I know you're over it," he murmured, though he wasn't actually sure he entirely believed her. He considered the second part of her statement for a moment, as some intangible thing fluttered around the edge of his consciousness. He caught her eye, and the thing fluttered harder before he forced himself to look away and stare out over the surf. After taking a pull on his butterbeer, he said with a laugh in his tone, "I s'pose that's a good philosophy...but y'might be waitin' a long time, y'know. There aren't that many of us that are."
He put down the unfinished second half of his sandwich and reached for the rice krispy bun eagerly, glad to change the subject from the odd territory it had wandered into. "Like I said, Lav, you're speakin' my language." He took a large bite of the bun and closed his eyes in happiness. "Now that, right there, is perfection."