He couldn't help but scoff at her lack of faith in the indulgences afforded by the fairer sex.
"You know, you're awful cute, but it's clear you've never been to a stag night," he replied with an apologetic tone.
Not that women went to those sorts of things. That was the point, wasn't it? Girls went off, had brunch with tiny crust-less sandwiches while sorting out flower arrangements, and boys.... well, boys went off, got wrecked, and for some reason a girl popped out of a cake. Now that he thought about it, it probably sent a strange message for a bloke saying farewell to single life - something about having one's cake and eating it, too.
Not that he wanted to think about that. At all.
Quickly shifting gears he asked, "So what'd you get up to today? Loads of fun at the Auror Christmas party?"