"Sounds good to me," Ryland said. "I wonder how long they'll stay."
He tangled his fingers in Pete's sleeve and tugged a little, affectionate. "You do have room for four puffs and a lion and the occasional dog, right?"
With his free hand, he started pulling sandwiches out of the basket and stacking them neatly on the blanket. Apparently the house elves were under the impression that he and Pete were going to be feeding the whole castle, based on the amount of food.