Harry's grin widens; warmth spreads through him at the thought of making Maria laugh. A familiar warmth that he tries not to think about too closely, considering his past experiences of listening to his heart over reason.

"Presents are quite wonderful," Harry agrees. He can tell, from knowing Maria a little in their time in Darrow, that she isn't the sort to count her presents or protest when she doesn't have enough; she appreciates presents like everyone appreciates presents but Harry thinks she also appreciates the thought put into them as well.

"Feed my owl," Harry admits with a shrug. "And that's about it for my exciting adventures. How about you?"