"I'm not being a girl about it," Fred remarked nonchalantly, talking around his crunch of pretzels, "I'm just prejudice against cracker breads," he joked with a nose wrinkle, lifting his chin upward like that of a snobby Pureblood.
Mandy glanced up from the pot, now off the stove to cool, her blue eyes bright, "Hm?"
She tended to space off when engaged with even the simplest of tasks, "Yes?" she added tentatively and unsure as she poured the water into a ceramic tea pot to bring to the table.