"Could you really?" he asked, glad that she hadn't called him out on his lie, and that he'd been right. He hadn't thought that she might be familiar with the place. "What's your favorite exhibit?"
He really should get out there, he decided. He didn't have the same urge to visit the Ministry on the weekends like he usually did. A day out would do him some good.
He nodded slowly, wondering what it would've been like to learn music at such a young age. Some children did, of course, but the Weasleys didn't have any instruments hanging around. If they had, his mother would surely have made them practice, even if it sounded like Mermaid shrieks.
Perking up as she asked him about his cooking, he looked up from his chicken salad. "Oh, a bit of everything, really. Pork pies, Yorkshire pudding, things like that. I haven't tried curry, but if you find a good recipe, do send it on."