Titter.

Somehow, Daphne had made Plymouth--nervous? Anxious? Worried? Apparently about the wrong things? "I wasn't referring to Hufflepuff at all," murmured Daphne and blinked. "I meant...your complexion. Let's just forget about it. Have some pie."

Pie usually solved things--for men...? Right. Because Daphne knew so much about the opposite sex.