Sirius took a step back after a moment and held on to Andromeda's hands. He felt each finger and then, reassured, squeezed them before letting go. Hoping for a light tone that would bely the continued worry, he said, "That you are. You'd have to be to eat your own cooking."
Shifting topics abruptly, Sirius added, "Happy Christmas." He held out the box towards her, hoping that she'd enjoy the ring and pendant set he'd had made for her. Elegant in a simple manner, the pattern swirled in on itself, delicate looking but quite strong for all that.