"Okay, Joggers, if you find some I'll wear them." He held up his hands in mock surrender. "I guess I never thought about the food thing. Beyond wanting more of it. I suppose we can't grow chocolate."
He shrugged, a little uncomfortable. He was very aware that he'd been wasting his life.
"I'm not really a shut in. I was being dramatic. But I'm not fond of one night shags." He couldn't help but wonder where Potter was sneaking off to and pulling girls.
"That's very practical of you Potter. I'd wager the average layman wouldn't even know what you look like, without the scar and glasses. They're practically a symbol at this point."