He'd smelled the luxurious, intoxicating scent of the pizza before Tonks had arrived. He was amazed he could hear her speaking over the rumble his stomach let out. She scarcely had to offer before he was inhaling a piece.
"Angel, goddess divine," he praised gratefully between mouthfuls.
He started in on a second piece. An absent flick of his wand extinguished the flame beneath kettle, his interest in tea utterly thwarted in favor of the meat-laden pizza. With a glance back to the girl across from him, he vaguely remembered Tonks having mentioned something about Harry.
"So, you've met Harry? You, you remember him?" he asked, making a valiant effort at sounding casual.