Harry eyed the extended fork with a certain amount of amusement; was Tim trying to feed him? He grinned, letting out a little snicker, then plucked the fork from his fingers to eat it by himself. His fingers worked, after all, the last time he'd needed someone to feed him was...not something he thought about. So he moved on.
After eating the potatoes off it and then cleaning the fork of any lingering potato residue, he handed it back, evidently unbothered by the exchange. "Yeah, not bad! Then again I'm pretty sure they put stuff in there that makes 'em taste extra good. Like the MSG in McDonald's french fries - you can't stop eatin' 'em. Someone should probably be concerned."