Oh. Christopher paused momentarily in mid-stride toward those nifty tubs of those magical sponges that gets rid of even the toughest stains; they could use that in the kitchen, after his unfortunate meltdown with the lasagna. He and Sally-Anne agreed that she should take care of the cooking from now on. "Ah, my apologies," Christopher said softly, although he wasn't quite sure whether he was apologizing for his assumption or the fact that pureblood marriages still blew, for the most part. Although, strangely was that, he had always thought Draco and Parvati married for love- their romance in Hogwarts was epic, after all.
"Are you speaking from experience?" Now Christopher felt compelled he had to ask, but she was the one who opened that can of worms. :(