"Your Max!" Chloe exclaimed in about the same fashion as Arran had, before laughing. Of all the things she had expected to be called, being Arran's Max really hadn't been it, and yet it felt kind of weirdly sweet. "Aww, you're very sweet," she said teasingly leaning in to kiss Arran, scrunching her nose up a little at how much he tasted like beer. The way Arran reached to pet Rock made Chloe laugh, too, because he clearly thought he was doing it very inconspicuously when in reality it just mostly was clumsy. Rock seemed to not mind at all, if the way the basket buzzed was any indication. "I think he's a pumpkin," Chloe confirmed. "He likes being round things more than sweet things," she pointed out.
As for whether they could wobble home, Chloe nodded, holding her hand out to Arran. "Come on up, then. We'll have to wobble to a Floo, because I don't think I trust you not to splinch if we apparate," she decided. "You're a very cute drunk," she informed her husband, letting him lean on her once he got up. "A heavy, but cute drunk," Chloe corrected. "I had a fine night, yeah. I ate a lot of sweet, Rock was a pumpkin, we've had fun," Chloe answered as she waited for Arran to give the last of the quidditch boys a wave goodbye before they headed for the Floo. "I'm guessing your good mood means, you did, too? Improved even more by me and Rock?" Because that obviously should always be the case.