Draco smirked about the food comment because clearly time would never erase his father's taste for fine things. Heck, Draco still liked them too even if he needed to adjust to the village offerings. However, Lucius was onto Narcissa before Draco could respond with some quip of his own.
He really didn't want to talk about his conversation with Narcissa or what was happening in his life. "I have. She filled you in." He bit into his food so he didn't need to say anything else. He didn't even look at Lucius. He couldn't recall the last time he really looked at his father anyway. How could he? He would see disappointment, wouldn't he?