"Yeah, there's a kitchen, and there's a place where you can probably find some clothes...although a lot of times the clothes in there are really weird," he said with a little grin. "Pirate clothes and stuff. But...maybe we could have dinner and...I din't know...talk some more, maybe."
Talking was awkward and uncomfortable, but he knew he'd be angry with himself if he ran from her like he had his father, the few days he was here. It was a chance he'd probably never have again, to know his mother when her mind was still...healthy.
"You can, I don't know, tell me stupid stories and stuff, and I can tell you about Hogwarts and you can just..." be my mom. Whatever that meant.