Fleur wrinkled her nose at him for laughing at her.
"Laugh if you want, Mr. Weasley," she said, voice a teeny bit tart. "But perhaps you should keep in mind the more you laugh the greater likelihood you might be swimming alone." Her eyes sparkled though, and she leaned up to give him a kiss, putting her dirt streaked gloves on either side of his face and getting it in his beard.
"How were the rocks? Were they as heavy as they looked?"