As it was, Eddie had been raised almost exclusively in the Muggle world, with the only notable exception being his time at Hogwarts; as such, the reference was well-understood the moment he heard it, and he laughed a little, though he didn't respond in any other way. Commitment was something that Eddie usually had a 'bit' of a problem with, which was why he so rarely committed. Better to not risk more hurt feelings in the first place, he figured.
Eddie brushed off the moment with a natural grace, leading her towards the kitchen. "Your usual assortment of teas, some Muggle soft drinks... Do you have any preferences?" he asked. The kitchen was a decent size, roomy enough for a small table and chair set. Whether or not he noticed it, the kitchen also had a slight Frenchy feel to it; and one day Eddie would probably look back and realize he had modeled it after his grandparents' house in France where he had spent countless summers.