"Lovely! It's a date then" he sad with this cryptic sort of smile that grew into a full blazing grin, pointed with a little wink and followed by a small chuckle. Which was a dreadful prospect, Bran wouldn't be caught dead with the likes of Jai Patil. But  teasing the boy was immensely fun, so he'd let it slip for once.

"Immersing myself into the fabulous world of exquisite fashion and impeccable taste and lifestyle" he said, dramatically placing his hands over his heart and sighing wistfully. "As to per what exactly I shall be doing, I'll probably be an over-worked minion and coffee maker" he said with a little scowl and a twitch of his nose. "As most interns are. And maybe -just maybe- when I am not running errands, making coffee, singing the praises of the esteemed and superb Violet Islington, as well as kissing our supervisor's arse, I imagine I might be allowed to catch a glimpse of what goes on in a fashion editorial office" he shrugged, shaking his perfectly lustrous curls and crossing his arms. It would be worth it however.

"Oh, we Blackwells are quite an experience" he responded with a giggle and a roll of his eyes. "I'll have you know tho, however much I do adore my siblings, I am a rare bird in my family" he declared, his chin jutting high and pridefully. They could be rather plebeian on occasion. Having dealt with the matter of Jai's appearance, Bran now saw absolutely no reason to be in the company of the Hufflepuff for another second. It was one thing to do so out of best friend obligation and quite another to do so willingly. Bran might coach him in the ways of their world and make him blend in more easily on a visual level, but Jai would quite frankly never be one of them. Sad, really...

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a sudden craving for pie" he declared, with an arch of his eyebrow and a smirk, uncrossing his arms to wiggle his fingers gracefully at him, just as he was turning on his toes. "Ta-ta, Jai Patil. I'm anxiously looking forward to our little shopping appointment" he said on airy note, mirth and a little something dreadful in his voice.