"Eighteen!" he corrected her, somewhat indignant. His birthday might've been off a bit when he arrived, but by now he's fairly certain he must have passed what ought to have been his subjective eighteenth year. "And it's not that Mum doesn't want a wine cellar. I'm certain she'll enjoy it too. Just that she was surprised they'd taught me about wine as a teenager, I suppose." Scorpius shrugged. "How else was I supposed to learn how to behave at a proper dinner? I developed expensive tastes."
He held his wine glass loosely in one hand, offering her his other side, free arm waiting to tuck her in close and comfortable. "You're my Lils. How could I not put up with you?" He kissed her temple. "You know I've always adored you, even if I might've pulled those pigtails a time or two." Truth to tell, he'd definitely adored her. Even fancied her somewhat there, when it was absolutely impossible and not something he could figure out how to confess to his best mate. And that was threatening to unnerve him now, thinking about fancying her when he had her here and close and comfortable just like they always were. He didn't want to lose this.