He took a sip of his tea and smiled around the cup. "All right, I will admit Hermes is quite the skilled owl. But... the best takeaway is from some of the Muggle places nearby, so I can't sent him. It's not bad, though, as I can usually just stop in on the way home from work. No fuss, no muss, and as long as I clean up shortly after, it doesn't leave a smell in the apartment that a good spell can't clean."
A quirk. Merlin, tikka masala did sound really good right about then. "Perhaps I should get some Indian for dinner. Though I doubt mum will let me go to eat elsewhere, and I can just imagine her reaction to my bringing some to the Burrow." He cleared his throat and did his best impression of his mother that, while not perfect, was rather good for someone described as not having a sense of humour. "What, do you think I'm not capable of handling funeral arrangements and feeding my family? Now go put away that garbage and eat what I put down in front of you."