"In the door, on the shelf below the butter," Roxanne said. "I have three different jars. One of them is marmalade - it's good, though not as good as Grandma's." None of them actually were from their grandmother's pantry, which was a sign that Roxanne hadn't been to the Burrow as much as she should. The next time she visited, she'd have to make sure she brought some jam back with her. And pickles, maybe.
There was a pitcher of juice on the table, left over from Roxanne's breakfast, and it was still cool enough. So all that was left was to get the toast and eggs ready. She leaned against the cabinets for now - the toast would be done soon enough, there was no point in sitting yet. "So, were you given specific questions to ask? Or is it just a general checkup?" It was nice to have someone acknowledging the purpose outright - she didn't like beating around the bush or figuring out how to answer their subtle questions without letting on she knew what they were about.