"Just... Try not to turn me into a clown before I meet my dad?" he begged lightly, the teasing there in his voice. Though he would certainly make adjustments to anything that might have been too out there. A nice cardigan would be top but he had the terrible thought that he had made a small mistake.
"It takes sixteen million Scoville to kill someone so as long as you don't eat two of them, you'll be fine," he offered helpfully, glad to indulge someone who wanted to take up the challenge. "But let's not talk about anyone's death and instead go to the storage - which way is that?" He assumed it was probably upstairs but how upstairs was up when it came to Hogwarts and storage rooms?