Harry watched as Luna gazed almost lovingly at her plate. She really was incorrigable. He couldn't help but grin, appreciating her eccentricity for what it was. Only she(with the exception of various toddlers) would appreciate his pathetic attempt at making food into art.
"Medlar Juice? Is that that awful stuff your dad tried...nevermind," He cut himself off, shaking his head. "Sorry. Orange juice, pumpkin juice, and milk. Have your pick." He offered; he also had a stash of firewhiskey and hard cider but those weren't really for lunch.
"Daddy can I have Medder ju?" Teddy asked excitedly, and Harry laughed.
"No, love, but you can have more orange juice." Harry said, taking Teddy's empty sippy cup(he knew how to use normal cups, but he was so active that it was less messy if there was a lid) and refilling it for the little boy.