"Yes, I suppose I ought to be grateful with my small, cold family," said Scorpius before he took a swig straight from the bottle. It was unusual, given his predilection for pristine cleanliness. He offered the firewhiskey to James rather than given into the temptation to take another drink. "Less presents to buy is a perk when you're a measly baker... but good, I'm glad you had the best time ever."
If there was a small hint of jealousy edging into his voice, Scorpius ignored it. He frowned when the question was turned back on him. His family hadn't been horrible. No one had outright asked about James. If they knew about him dating a very male Potter, they were good at feigning ignorance. Such things weren't to be talked about in polite company.
"It wasn't too bad. But we're still avoiding it. Let's open presents instead."