As soon as he was safely inside the taxi, Harry squeezed himself into the furthest corner of the seat he could get to, legs crossed under him, bag in his lap, tapping fingers against the fabric absently to a beat only he seemed able to hear. He seemed a bit calmer now, removed from the presence of the Dreaded Octopus, though still not quite there.
He shrugged, flashing a grin. "Food. Comestibles. Finger-lickin' goodness. One of everything; think I could eat an elephant if I tried."