It really has. Even as he wrinkles his nose at her in not-entirely-playing-at disgust. "I appreciate your faith in my transfiguring abilities. But not the implication that you'd like to watch me try and turn a bowl into a hat."

He pauses, patiently waiting for hat adjustment, and seems more satisfied for her attentions. "Besides, it's always nicer to have a thing that was only ever one thing. What if the bowl always wanted to be a bowl? It was meant to hold flour and eggs and not my hair.

"Also," arms are held out, grinning again, "hi."