[ And he will just put up with this because Huffledirk is hella cuddly and not ashamed of it. Even if he does make a show of slumping down and faceplanting into the Hufflepuff table like he's been oh-so-put-upon. ]

Kind of too late for that. Where do you think the kitchen gets all its honey from? Hint: We don't have bedrooms. Just little beehive cells we crawl into every night.

Music to my ears too, Bro.