One day, perhaps Gideon would get it. For now, he didn't understand it and still preferred other activities. Muggles were weird, with all their inventions. He'd read that they'd invented other objects with which to watch the television. They needed more than one way to watch one form of media, and that was really weird to Gideon. But if Amelia liked it, then she could watch it all she wanted and be as weird as she wanted to be.
Gideon cradled his plate when she punched him, putting a protective arm around it so he didn't lose any food. He'd still eat it if it fell onto the couch or his pants, but he didn't want to have it happen any more than Mel wanted to have to clean it! "Oi, watch it!" he scolded playfully as his fork spun from the plate and landed on the floor. "Now you did it." He bent down to pick it up and resumed using it the same way he had before: as a shovel. The floor was clean, anyway. Magic made that easy. "It was perfect until you made my fork fall," he teased, pressing his lips to her temple as he sat back up. "Now it's all ruined." Not really, though. There wasn't a chance that it could be ruined at that moment. Amelia was right. Everything was pretty damn perfect.