"Yes, she is quite good at that." And Percy had no doubt his mother would indeed cook them up a storm, eventually.
Percy was left standing there, feeling useless once again now that the food and drink were here. If George - or Merlin help him Fred - were there, he'd tell some sort of joke and make the others angry at him to distract from their grief.
"When I was at work the other day," he began tentatively, but growing more confident as he spoke, "I met a man who was looking for a way to transfigure a rat into a politician, and so I told him that it wasn't necessary, there were plenty of rats already in the Ministry."