For one tiny, irrational, heart-stopping moment, George feared her sudden lunge for his brother's remains meant something much more sinister in this place of broken dinnerware, but his brief gasp of alarm turned into a laugh at Parvati's attempts to keep their shenanigans between themselves.
"Almost, but not quite," he said with a laugh, trying to cover up the fact that he'd thought she might have any evil plans.
He peered down into the box and rummaged through. A white bowl, delicately crafted of something resembling china. This he tossed higher into the air, causing it to tumble end over end and fall back into his hand. As he caught it, he shifted his body as a pitcher might and threw the bowl as though it were a baseball, straight at the opposing wall.