"It's a bicycle," Lucy said, noticing his interest in the bike, "It's a Muggle mode of transportation. It takes balance, and you've got to pump the peddles to push you along. It's fun, and it's better than walking. For the most part. You should give it a go, if not just for the experience." She narrowed her eyes a bit in thought, "Though, you'll need a bigger one. Your knees would get caught on the handle bars with mine."
Pushing the sleeves of her sweater up, she went about making him a plate for the Chili dog, "Oh no. No, no. That's all very charming and nice, but just Lucy, thank you." She gave him a secretive sort of grin, "Formalities and I don't really get on well. Okay, so try the chili dog first. You're not allergic to anything, right?"
Lucy listed the various ingredients that were in the food, and then moved to make her own plate. She'd worked hard to not eat as she cooked, and now she was starving. She picked hers up, intent on taking a bite, before setting it back down and digging through her coat pockets. Finally, she pulled out a bunch of folded over napkins and set them in the middle of the table, "Right, you'll need these. You eat this first one with your hands. Be careful, it's messy."