He was a bit surprised when she said she'd picked it up for him. He certainly hadn't been expecting anything and he didn't think he'd ever talked Quidditch with her. Did she even like Quidditch? "How did you know I like Montrose?" he asked, quizzically, pulling on his boxers. As nice as it would be to not worry about clothes, it wasn't exactly the best option once the sun went down ... unless you had a blanket...or a Daphne. That worked even better.
When the puppy arrived back into the living room, he winced at the name. Mr. Fuzzy Gorilla Bear? He didn't think so. That was disgustingly cute. And he certainly wasn't using that tone of voice. "That's not his name," he responded, raising an eyebrow. "And if you get to call him that then I'm calling him Grim instead of Rumpelstiltskin."