He nodded, trying to not look too smug, "It is, yes, but you? How are you wiling the hours away? I couldn't talk you into lending a hand about here until you get your bearings?" he teased, thinking that he wouldn't mind the time spent with her about.
He missed it all; the time the three of them, with Neville, while torrid, had brought them closer together. It was part of what made him moody and lie awake in the middle of the night in his worst moments, those memories and missing his friends and the comradeship. Not that he wanted to be back in that situation in the least, nor have his parents locked away, but the common foe had pulled them all together in a way that Seamus had rarely felt since. He'd read about it some, in a few Muggle books, about survivors of disasters. He knew he was normal, and should have probably gone into some kind of counseling but that was not an option Seamus would consider.
So, instead, he kept to the neutral subject of food, "Yes, the Baxter Bakery is the place. Not that our food isn't good, but I like the idea of getting some of her sweets over here. It's that or I think I best start taking some cooking lessons," he said, letting his smile warm up more as he mellowed speaking with her.