He'd hung his cloak somewhere by the time she returned, no longer feeling obligated to at least approximate the look of academic robes. That was about as at home as he ever made himself. He took his glass with a nod, turning from the shelving to face her again. "Whatever shall we do." He was well settled into his usual smirk. "You have a very accommodating mother, you know. I'd be partial to the salad."
She looked rather striking, actually. It was hardly the first time he'd noticed, but in the absence of the usual professor's costume it was a little ... easier. And then, without the nose it was a different look entirely.