"Oh yeah, adrenaline. I bet that's probably it," she said, nodding her head. Or at least a combination of the two. Hestia still didn't look too certain about Slytherins in general, but she'd give him the benefit of the doubt. "I guess not. They tend not to talk to me." Which was generally because she was loud and aggressive and older and hit people when they tried to grope her. Or possibly because she took people's memories for a living.
Her shoulders shrugged a little, "It really was. Very endearing. And technically, I think this is where you were supposed to take some and smear it on my face and start a food fight. But.. if you insist, I'll behave." When he missed a spot on his face, she reached up to wipe it off with her thumb (a clean one) and went back to making brownies and stirring. "Now we just need a pan to put this in."