Oh, now, was there really any need to bring up the car? Kyle couldn't quite repress a shudder at the mention of it, practically having flashbacks to the way he not only had to enter that ridiculous vehicle, but the undignified way he had managed to fall out of it. He took a second to recover from the memory before giving Valerie his curt response; "It was only a question. No need to get defensive."

Despite his shortness with the older girl, Kyle bore no grudge over the interacition. That was how he and Valerie's friendship worked; he could be quite blunt and borderline offensive at times, and she wasted no energy getting upset over it like everyone else seemed to do, instead preferring to verbally bite back. It was the best part of having a pseudo-sibling; all the familial acceptance without the hindrance of being bonded by blood or marriage. The lack of enforced loyalty was what made it work, at least for him.

While Valerie took it upon herself to throw some choice insults at one of the Hogwarts ghosts, Kyle focused instead on the girl who had amused him so much by throwing the roll. Finally allowing a faint smile to grace his lips, he reached over and shook Katherine Toussaint's hand.

"Kyle Baker." He had, of course, already introduced himself to those nearby, but now it seemed that surnames were in order. "I saw nothing."

He wondered if he really could feel Valerie's eyes boring into the back of his head with no small amount of disapproval, or if he was just imagining it, having been aware of just how she might react to the display of wasted food. Either way, for the sake of his own sanity and to avoid a public row, he paid the feeling no mind and instead focused on their hosts.