"Chow, Spencersmith. Chowing down. Gettin' some grub." He paused, patting his belly, "Foooooood." Jon realized he was actually quite hungry all of a sudden. Two weeks of a liquid diet hadn't really done much for him except a constant headache each morning. He grinned up at Spencer, "Jon is fine. I play bass, I'd have no idea which end to even blow in with a flute."
At the mention of apparition, he grimaced, "I'm kind of shit at apparating, just so you know. Unless you think you can drag me along with you, then it might be better if we walk?"