Stephen, unfortunately, didn't notice the change in Daphne, or the way she was fighting back her tears. The waiters approached the table and laid out their meals. Two perfectly tiny piles of food, elegantly positioned to look as appetising and artistic as possible. And though he was used to meals like this growing up, there was something so much more comforting and appetising about a plate at Hogwarts piled high with everything he could reach.
"Bon appetit," He offered as he lifted his fork and poked at his meal. And it was a perfectly adequate meal, though he wouldn't be writing home to try and encourage them to hire the chef. It would do. "You've never had a pet? Was that a choice of your parents? Or have you just never desired one?" The idea of not wanting a pet seemed strange to Stephen. He'd always wanted one creature or another. Horses, birds, cats, his family had owned and cared for a small menagerie. Well... they'd played with them. The actual 'caring' was more on the house-elves and staff... But still!