"I have other friends," Arran answered. "And many siblings." He was pretty sure that between Oliver, Lottie, Byron, Lydia and Roger he could have found someone to eat with him. Though, Roger was sick, and Arran really didn't want to get sick before a match. He followed Hermione into the kitchen, exclaiming happily over the spices and herbs. He'd brought the spice mix he usually used - but that was the very problem he was trying to escape. He wanted something different, so the idea of experimenting with all Hermione's spices was very tempting. "How much do you trust me to chuck spices and herbs together and create something edible?" he asked her, pulling containers out to look at their labels.
He grabbed a bowl from where she'd indicated, opening a few of the more unfamiliar spices so he could smell them. He was by no means a chef, but he also wasn't too picky with what he ate so he was happy to experiment until he found a combination that would actually be palatable. "Do you eat pork, by the way?" He couldn't remember if he'd already asked Hermione whether there was anything she didn't eat. If he had, he'd forgotten the answer.
"Apart from being bored of cooking the same meals in the same kitchen all week, I'm fine," he said, shrugging. His week had involved a lot of long practices, and a lot of boring meals, but otherwise hadn't been objectionable. "I talked to my sister about sex, that was probably the highlight of my week. What about you?"