"Perhaps," she concedes, looking between the nightstand and her vanity, trying to decide just where they'll go. Her hands move to her hips as she turns to look back at Harry. "But they never seem to be good enough, you know?"
She laughs, then, at his comment about her sister. "Oh, don't be so cruel, love. You might be able to tell." She smiles. "Over there, by the bed, I think."