Hermione loved Italian. She didn't know if it was all of the oregano and garlic and tomatoes, or the fact that it made her want to visit Italy that much more, but it was so good. And she was just craving it all of a sudden. "Mhm, that sounds great. I can help, though. You needn't do all of the work," she offered politely. She would have felt a tad guilty if he had been the one to prepare the whole meal.
"Computer," she sighed. "You also said the television sounded 'wonky', let alone I'm surprised you still don't scream into the telephone every time someone phones you," she pointed out, rubbing the bridge of her nose with her free hand. "You can play chess on it," Hermione stated, hoping this would spark a bit of interest in it.