Harry paused with his hand over the stopper to a snifter of brandy and then turned toward the wine, keeping his face hidden until the faint flush that had blossomed there went away. He poured two more glasses and by the time he joined Sirius at the table, Harry was more relaxed again.
Dinner smelled familiar, but he didn't mention that, only that it smelled delicious. "You cooked, didn't you?" he added.