"Okay." This acceptance of the way things were sounded very un-Pansy-like in Greg's eyes, but he shrugged it off. Things were already complicated, and he was afraid he might mess them up even further. He just hoped Pansy knew what she was doing.
He looked at the sandwiches. "You should eat, you know. They're good." At least he could make sure no one around him starved. "Gertie's makin' some tea, if you want it."