Cedric laughed. He was pretty sure Molly Weasley had already told him how much she loved him more than once, but it couldn't hurt to make doubly sure. "Mum's aren't bad," he added, feeling bound to defend his mother's cooking. "But we don't have Sunday lunch every week, so I think Molly's probably got a few thousand extra yorkshires under her belt, and the practice shows."
Understanding the difference between having your own space at home and your own space in a shared-with-peers area very well, Cedric hummed his agreement. "No matter how respectful of your privacy your parents are, they're still the guardians of the embarrassing baby photos," he said with a smile. "When you're sharing with people your own age, or around your own age, it's different. They haven't already lived through everything you're doing." He set his napkin back on the table and stretched his legs out.
"I'm glad you liked it," he said, after waiting until Mary-Anne seemed to have finished. "Shall I get the bill and we can go?"