"And what will we be replacing the dirt with? Muggle knick-knacks, I guess?" He followed closely, intending to dig the tea out for himself when he reached the cupboard. "Didn't I just tell you to sit? Honestly." He found it - tempted as he was to call up an elf just as a matter of convenience - and sent the kettle to heat on the stove with a wave of his wand. "And he knows that, does he? Blokes like that can be a little - you know. Thick." Not that he knew any of them, but it was hardly unprecedented, was it. He wouldn't stick his nose in if she didn't want, but t didn't mean he couldn't make sure.