"Bathe. You and me. Come on now," he said, grinning at Theo indulgently, "We best get a move on it, or we won't be able to make it in. I've got us a key to the Prefect's bathroom," he said, bringing the key out and holding it for Theo to see, glittering and shiny. Greg had worked extra hard to transform the piece of metal he'd bent into that key, a key that worked; he was fairly proud of his workman ship.
"We've got a date, you and me, with bubbles and scent," he said, putting his hands out to help Theo up off of the sofa, "Come on. You want to go, don't you?"
He chewed at the side of his lip, his hands still out. A momentary worry crossed his face; it wouldn't much work if he had to drag Theo there, kicking and screaming. That type of scenario would not be very healthy or practical; it was supposed to be a good trip.