"I had wondered how they managed to prepare for so many with no house-elves."
He shifted on his chair and finished his drink. He had half a mind to stay to hear her sing; he'd been finding more enjoyment in such things lately than he'd ever had before. Perhaps that was a side-effect of a dramatically diminished stress-level. He could actually enjoy the more artistic side of life.
"I realise it's not home, but are you enjoying the village?" he asked, feeling strangely reluctant to end the conversation. "You have friends and are doing well in school and so on?"