"Thanks!" Al nodded. "I've got an idea from my Grandmother." He glanced at Lily, who at the moment emitted all sorts of warm chocolatey smells while heating up the promised drink. "My other Grandmother. Targeted explosions work better on a piece of steak to make ground beef, but I'm finding out that any food group can only be improved by thorough explosions."
He put his wand away by sliding it inside the stretchy band of his left sock. The socks were Ravenclaw-blue and knitted by Gran.
Al decided that he approved of these grandparents as well. They smelled nice, sounded non-disruptive to his thought processes, and didn't try to hug him. They also seemed to like Scor, which meant that they had good taste in acquaintances.