"It is indeed. Oh, I'm sure it did," he reassures him. "But I did appreciate not having to take the time to come up with details to pressure Slughorn with when I was worried about presenting myself with the Headmaster." Grimace. "Again."
"Probably Narcissa has it now." Draco being so very unlikely to ever have any kind of a daughter, and Kreacher being so likely to steal any heirlooms that looked like they might be headed for Andromeda.
"Please do," he agrees, deeply entertained by the notion. "And see if you can talk him or her out of a feather or two."
"I'm sure a spell would be put on the gingerbread, but perhaps the point would be that it'd taste better." He looks thoughtful. "One could do a layered gingerbread man. With a cream cheese frosting between. Dyed red, of course."
"Oh," Severus says brightly, "are we 'being impressive' now?" His voice implies that putting themselves out to make a display for these people is thoroughly beneath them both, but really he's still unsure how impressive he's supposed to look and when.
Sev likes a word to retain its original bite. ;) No beads involved, but I'm sure I shall find her on my chair giving me reproachful 'MIne!' looks...