He smiled mostly to himself and mentally pat himself on the shoulders. He wanted to lighten up the mood, although he was uncertain on how but he felt it work just a little bit, but that's what matters. "You know for some odd reason, I imagined a house elf when you said hobble." He laughed, it felt good to feel air overwhelm his lungs. "An elf who carries a bottle bigger than itself, I didn't know I had such good imagination."
"You know what, speaking of house elves, how about a little visit to the kitchen? And say, eat a bunch of chocolates? They're terribly good for the depressed - for us for that matter."