Because throwing parties isn't something I'm especially good at, Cinna. I just go to them.

[She understands that and certainly doesn't mind—wouldn't mind, if he said as much to her. If anything, she's glad he isn't shutting himself off from people (it's so easy to do it, she'd been tempted years ago); so she keeps smiling, going as far as gently nudging him, teasing.]

Come to think of it, I'm fairly useless at dressing myself for them, too. Harry's worse, though. His idea for how clothes fit's all wrong. Thank Merlin I've got such a brilliant friend like you, hm?