"Hey, careful! That stuff's cold!"
"Sorry. Guess I should've warmed it up with my hands a little first?"
"Well, you could always wave that fancy wand of yours and make it warm."
"Sorry, Xander. I can't concentrate on magic when I've got *your* wand waving around in my face like this. Besides, you'll be all nice and warm soon enough."
"That's easy for you to say; I'm not used to these English winters. Where I come from, we don't usually get snow for Christmas."
"Actually, Xander, we're in Scotland right now, but I get your point. Just give me a few more minutes, and I'll be done here."
"A few more minutes? I thought you were just about done."
"I'm just about done with the red stripes, honey. Now I've got to do the white ones."
"Aren't you taking this body paint thing a little far, Hermione?"
"You're the one who said I could have any fantasy I wanted, and when I mentioned this, you just about jumped for joy. If you were a dog, you would've wagged your tail. There. All done."
"Oh, good. I . . . oohhhhh."
"Mmmmm, yummy. A nice big candy cane, just for me."