Bryn opened the fridge, experiencing a brief flash of nostalgia for his Muggle-like upbringing as it illuminated. He examined the offerings and decided on the cider, grabbing the bottle. "This'll do nicely."
He shut the door quickly as Lucy asked for his assistance. "That I can do." He almost laughed seeing her carry the flowers and plates at the same time, but broke out into an amused smile instead. "After you," he said, positioning himself by the open door so that she could pass through unhindered. "Something smells good," he remarked, eyeing up the plates."I'm looking forward to trying this."