Draco had heard Parvati's madness quite a few times, now that they were married. It had gotten to the point where he couldn't even muster much to say-- it made him so angry and confused. "Nice for summer," he echoed bitterly. He shot Parvati a flat look that clearly read, really, Parvati? Really??
At his brother's demands, his nostrils flared slightly. Those conventions always stirred up mixed feelings within Draco. Yes, fresh baked bread was lovely. Who didn't love the smell? Only monsters! But it was still so... lame.
"I do..." Draco literally dragged out the word as if he was in pain, "They're just... so unique... I'm not quite sure what to make of them." At his wife's demands, he shrugged. "Yeah right. As if there would be someone for Iggy. Probably a stout baker named Bertrea who has a wonky nose and awkward joints."