"Four, five times a week. My cooking's even worse than my potion making, so..." he shrugged. He liked to have one hot meal a day even if he could live off nothing but sandwiches if he had no choice.
Tom himself came over to examine this strange new break in the Goyle boy's routine. The elder Goyle had been one cruel piece of work but the boy was polite if blunt and caused no trouble other than attracting glares on occasion. "Got yours cooking, Goyle," the old man said, "what can I get for you, Miss?"