"Bought food?" Muriel murmured, arching an eyebrow and waiting for the kitchen door to slam closed, which happened moments after George's perhaps slightly insincere apology. Izzy - and house-elves in general, from everything Muriel had ever witnessed - didn't have a great grasp of humour. Though perhaps George wasn't really joking. "If we went out and bought food because his meal wasn't good enough, I wouldn't be able to stop him slamming his head in a door. He's usually fairly good at solving problems rather than punishing himself for them, but there are limits."
She settled onto the couch as George went to the sideboard, asking her what she would drink. Always the gentleman, allowing for her to change her mind about her drink, even though she never did.
Although...
"There's a lovely old bottle of Ogden's at the back of the cabinet. A few fingers of that, for a change."
She twirled the stem of the the carnation he had given her between her fingers, lifting it to her nose.