"You save my life," Harry said, heading into the kitchen. He unwrapped the package and tipped the contents into a bowl, tapping the edge of it with his wand until it steamed deliciously. Suddenly he was ravenously hungry, but he still hesitated. He sat at the table and stirred the pasta with his fork, unable to quite meet Ginny's eyes. "I feel awful," he said eventually. "Asking you... it just feels wrong. It's not your problem."