"Aw. Look, manners. See, I knew one of us came from a good family." Sirius laughed and then headed over to his bed, crouching down by it so he could reach under. "You just need to wash it again, I have a thing for it."

And then he paused, frowning. Thinking. Smiling. "Say, Reg... Any idea how much you've left of that glitter gel?" Because he had an idea or twenty.