"No knickers at all?" George chuckled, trying to imagine his aunt being so openly... something. "I suppose that's a good secret to have. Enjoyable to think about..."
He stretched a bit, then sighed. "I do. It's... home. Somewhere that someone knows me and doesn't judge me by the things I can't think about, or the things I don't do anymore."
And there were a lot of things about him that weren't anything like what they used to be.
She spoke again, and he smiled. "If I want more than potatoes and you don't, we can always eat first, then see how it goes."