Max blinked, stifling a laugh as he handed her a napkin. "Uh, y-you got s-s-something on your head." He made a snorting noise before going back to the owl in front of him, grabbing the Daily Prophet his mom sent him, flipping to the Quidditch section. "I'll show you the Owls after breakfast if you want. Wanna read with me? It's pretty interesting." He refused to meet her eye, not knowing if he'd laugh or not.