He made a face, feeling his cheeks heat. "Oh, just a few things, really. A torch. A fountain pen. Batteries." He'd not mention the razor. "Useful things, really. You can't hold a Lumos and cast other spells, after all."
Grabbing the spoon to stir the pasta, he waved off her thanks. "Oh, I'd have just been sitting around reading the paper. And feeling guilty for not helping." He gave her a smile, and wondered how many of 'these days' they'd have. "And what will you make? You could make me a grocery list, you know."