Al looked frazzled, he was certainly more stunned than when he first heard the news from Dad, but perhaps it was even a good thing. He held onto his glasses, and by extension, onto Scor.
"I hope you taught your Aunt Bellatrix some manners," he declared. "If one wants to get to know family members, generally, a dinner invitation is a socially expected move. Even I know that."
"Hair? Oh... hair," he peered at Scor. "I don't mind. Did you do that on purpose? I suppose it'll keep it out of your eyes."