Dora snorted. "Well, the thought hadn't crossed my mind, but it is kept clean, so the possibilities are endless, my darlings," she drawled before taking another spoonful of ice cream and eating it, grinning at the brothers around the spoon. She made sure the hot tub was clean, actually, with a subtle tap of the wand that no one ever need know about. "If you defile the tub, though, Julian, you clean it," she told him with a quick grin.
Dora giggled quietly into her bowl, feeling relaxed around these two like she did around so few people anymore. Tristan, especially; he'd seen her at her worst and had never stopped loving her. "Dark blue glitter. We can do that, Mr Ravenclaw," she teased him gently.