It had been so long since Draco heard Greg's speech patterns, but the familiarity was comforting. Even with the past hanging over their heads, he could also remember other times. It hadn't all been bad, had it? He was afraid to ask. Even before the war, he wasn't the best mate someone could have. "I seem to do better with my quill," Draco admitted. He handed Greg the eggs and shot him a teasing smile. "Don't trust me not to leave the shell in, do you?"