"What happened to your mom, anyway?" He doesn't seem offended by the questions, and even if he were she's never been good at repressing curiosity.
"What do the elves do summers, when there's so many fewer people around?"
"I only know how to cook a little. And only the Muggle way, I wouldn't even be able to do an omelet in a magic kitchen."
"Aren't there, like, magic appliances that you wouldn't have to cast spells to use? Or do you catch things on fire even when you wand-tap them?"
"Pfffft. Wow. At least they're making some accommodations?" says Bella.
"Place does fail fire code," snorts Bella. "I suppose if I told my parents about any of your stuff and they complained they'd get ignored because Muggles?"
"Does it work on non-Muggles?" she asks quietly.
"Anybody anybody or is there something I can do to make it not work on me?"
Bella writes this down in LARGE LETTERS in her notebook and picks at the rest of her meal.