He shrugged. "It's a surprise. The house-elves prepared it for me, and I'm sure there's more than enough for two. You know how they are." He started opening containers. "Okay, so it looks like we have shepherd's pie, with glazed carrots and baked beans...this has to be condensed milk bread. I think we have enough for four people," he said chuckling.
Peter nodded. "I guess there wasn't much left in its place anyway. The house-elves might have been putting things back now that we have a healer, but I doubt that they know how to get it down right. And I don't know what you have in terms of potions and there are plenty of competent people, but if you need anything, I can make it for you."
He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "I've become convinced that they had someone else feeding information, someone that they never caught, because they knew things, things that I never said." He nodded. "Of course it's okay. They almost killed my grandmother. They used the Imperius to make her walk in front of a bus. They said that any of my Muggle family could die at any moment if I didn't help them. The thing is- I didn't even tell them much, so I don't know why they wanted me so badly. Well maybe they were expecting that Lily and James would hide, but that seems too well planned."