Draco preferred keeping his affairs to himself, but his smile widened as she attempted to make excuses for why his parents weren't frequenting their local market. "Cho," he said with a hint of teasing to his tone, "You have met me, correct? My parents have elves and staff for that business." Or they did before the war anyway. "I am looking forward to this though. Really, like you said about your mother? Finding something peculiar, but interesting? This market business. Hell, this cooking business really. Magic can do most of it, right?" He carefully skirted around her question. He didn't mind talking about his parents, especially his mother, but, honestly, it made him even more homesick.