She had no snarky reply regarding the toast and would have felt childish and petulant making one anyway, so she picked up a piece and nibbled on the crust. It tasted like cardboard. It tasted like nothing at all, but she had asked for the toast and Percy had gone to get it for her. The least she could do was try to eat some of it.
"Mum will cook up a storm sooner or later." She had done that after Fred died. It was her way of giving herself something to do, allowing herself the kind of distraction that let her feel useful anyway.
She ate in silence for a long moment. Let someone else take the lead.