"Yet," Astoria echoed, looking around the room as if seriously contemplating the idea.
"I'm sure she's thrilled with each and every interaction," she informed him sarcastically. "Why do you seek her out to talk to her? Surely there are other girls in town more willing to converse with you." Like a fellow Gryffindor, or a Ravenclaw, or a Hufflepuff.
Sighing, Astoria asked, "What all do you have that explodes?" It seemed like he wasn't going to leave until she'd looked at everything he'd brought along. He certainly was persistent.