James flung himself down beside Remus in a tangle of limbs. "Prongs has bought Moony his gruel, he has," he squeaked out in his best House Elf impression. "Only the very best slop for Moony, Sir."
The bowl he presented wasn't the most appetising-looking thing he'd ever seen, but hopefully Sabrina's improvements would make it taste better than it looked. James placed it neatly down between them, still eyeing it with a faint note of uncertainty. All the places he'd visited before had banquets of food available - this wasn't a welcome change.
"How are you feeling?" He asked, in his normal voice. "These cushioning charms holding up? I can recast them..." He wriggled slightly, trying to find a comfortable position on the uneven surface.