Adrian had been out for a run, and he it had taken him longer to get home than he had intended because he stopped for some takeout for them. He'd gotten more involved in keeping in shape now, since the Quidditch season was only a few months away, but he was in the mood for something greasy. So once his run was finished, he popped over to Dublin to a Kentucky Fried Chicken. He ended up getting an extra large bucket of extra crispy breasts and thighs, mashed potatoes and gravy, and biscuits.
Instead of Apparating directly inside, Adrian took the long way, popping in just outside of the barn and stopping to say hello to the sheep before going upstairs.
Adrian took the hood of his sweatshirt down as he looked at her sitting there by the fire. He was unaware that there was anything wrong.
"I got some chicken," he told her, holding the bag up.