"Fair enough," Noah conceded about his mother and sister communicating on anything of importance. It was still a little weird, seeing Jemima as the hostess in her own house (sort of, from what he understood anyway). Expected, in the long run, but she wasn't that much older than him and he hardly felt old enough for any of that nonsense. Even with the discrepancies between the expectations placed on men and women, Noah felt hardly capable of being graduated from Hogwarts most of the time, let alone an adult with a full-time job and responsibilities. He was glad his time to settle down was a long, long way off. If ever, really.

Noah tutted with a slight smirk, "Asking me to lie to mother is quite the stretch, not even tea, hmm?" The absence of refreshment had not gone unnoticed, though Noah was hardly one to fuss over. He wasn't even sure how long he would stay. Probably long enough to be a nuisance. It was more fun that way. Plus it would be nice to ascertain for himself how she was doing. "Will your wardrobe hold it all?" He teased. The box wasn't that big nor cumbersome to carry, but he knew it had been lightened and expanded on the inside to accommodate the sheer amount of winter clothing items in there.