That sounds utterly horrid. Vegetables are never the best part of the meal, even when they're prepared nicely, but overcooked creamed spinach likely rivals flobberworm fritters in the 'dreadful meal' rankings.
And you said you were British? That's peculiar. I'm glad you don't mind it. I'd feel as if I were deliberately insulting you otherwise.
Well, you see, these fellows were trying to kidnap me. I expect they had some grudge against my father. So I agreed to come here, to escape that, but I hadn't any idea that it was supposed to be permanent, and in any case I'm fourteen and not of age to sign binding magical contracts without my father's consent. It's ridiculous, really, to think that I might have been better off with the kidnappers. I was worried they'd harm me, but at least they'd have let me go if my father made some concession towards them. Here I must wait to be found.