Lily gestured to the counter where she'd set his wand as she moved across toward the stove to stir the soup. "Rather trusting of you to be parted from it," she quipped playfully. But then, she couldn't imagine being horribly far from hers, which was also resting on the counter.
The radio was playing quietly in the other room, but loud enough to carry into the kitchen. It was set to a more upbeat, pop-y station, and Lily found herself bopping along to the music as she cooked the sandwiches and heated up the soup.
Once that was done, she ladeled the soup into two bowls and set the sandwiches onto a large plate before carrying all of it to the table. She did set down a bowl of the tomato soup in front of him; he could eat it or not, but she thought if she put it in front of him, he might feel some obligation to eat ... and he hadn't ingested much that she'd seen today.
She herself was starving, and once everything was on the table, she flopped down into her chair to eat.