Harry chuckled as he ate some pink pasta, "Aye. Been here for a bit now. Wha's yer name?" He offered the plate again. Knowing he could always go back for more made it easy to be generous.

Unlike home, the food was always fresh, usually tasty, and generally in full view. It would probably never seem like enough to someone who'd spent their whole life fighting for everything, especially food, but Harry was a live-in-the-moment kind of guy. Life was good enough for the time being. Sharing wasn't really a habit he'd grown up with, but he was starting to get used to it.