"I hope so."

The response is sort of swallowed, because at that moment, Al barges in and grabs Scorpius by the wrist, yanking him off the bed. "Dad agreed! Come on, the show starts in fifteen--"

"Al," Scorpius says, pulling back. "Don't you think you ought to put some clothes on first?"

Albus looks down, laughs, having forgotten he didn't exactly get dressed after his shower, and then nods. "Good one, Scor. Be right back."