Spencer blinked. "Chow? Is this some strange American meal I don't know?"
He laughed. "I can't come up with anything that beats that," he said plaintively. "What am I meant to call you, Pied Piper of All Things Scaly or Furry?" He rubbed his chin, asked, "You feel like anything in particular? We can walk up past the gates and then Apparate into Hogsmeade."