Kingsley pulled out a small package from his pocket. 'I thought you might appreciate a little variety. I took the liberty choosing a little of this and that for you.'
'However,' Kingsley said and handed the parcel to Rodolphus Lestrange, 'this is not why I have come. I need your advice in a case of vital interest for all of us, no matter blood status.' Lestrange looked accomodating enough, but Kingsley had the clear expression he wasn't regarded as fitting company for a pure-blood aristocrat.
'Please,' he said. 'Go on. There is hot coffee and I wouldn't mind a cup.' Kingsley had made a self-extracting package with fruit, chocolate, fresh coffee and biscuits. Not really something that was offered on a daily basis in Azkaban.