Harry could see what she was doing, so he leaned in and gazed into her eyes, trying not to smirk too much, lest he give the game away. "It is highly suspect," he replied, keeping his voice soft and low. "My money's on France being behind it all. They can't be trusted." He wasn't sure he really believed that France was behind it, but it was an idea.
He glanced down at his sandwich, which he hadn't even had a bite of, yet. It was smoked turkey and russian dressing on crusty bread (which he hadn't baked, but had bought at the bakery and sliced himself). "Oh. Um. Do you want half? I'm not that hungry."