"Dear?"
"Yes?"
"I love you."
"…and?"
"You were wrong."
"I…what?" A shriek. "What happened to it?"
"It's…well, don't you remember?"
"Remember? Oh…oooh. Wow. That's an, um, interesting shade."
"Isn't it?"
"Mmm. Nice, though. Bright. Reminds me of Luna, actually."
"What would we call this current state of affiars?"
"Wipe that smirk off your face, Mr. Weasley."
"Smirk? I see no smirk. This is full-fledged gloating. Honestly, I would think you'd recognize it."
"Shut up." A pause. "What do you call this particular color?"
A chuckle. "It's a mixture of different things, you know. Sunshine, for one. Also daises and 'butter mellow,' whatever that might mean."