"Yeah." Greg didn't understand exactly what the expression meant, but he could make a pretty good guess. He didn't really understand how someone could treat family the way Lea's brother had done - but then again, until very recently in his life he had been led to believe that Death Eaters were the ones with the moral high ground. It was also only after the Battle, when he finally had time to think things through in his holding cell, that he realized that the Carrows had nearly turned him and Vincent into the next Victor Moon. Well, Vince probably hadn't really needed much of their nudging and encouragement, Greg was shocked to admit. The sadistic eagerness on his friend's face as he cast that fire... that would forever plague his dreams.
"Well it's hard to explain, innit? The expectashuns, I mean." Or easy to talk about, he thought to himself. "I can cook some stuff," he added, glad for the change in subject. He picked a sausage. "D'you have eggs? I can do loads with 'em."