Nell was certainly hungry, but then he almost always was. There wasn't a lot of time to think about eating, not when you had to make the money that brought the food. Harry usually provided dinner at least but he was getting used to the big spreads at the ambassador's house. After all that rich, fattening food was it any wonder he was hungry?
Deciding that it wasn't really his fault if he was hungry and since he'd been the one to earn the money Harry wouldn't miss a little bit of it. He stopped at the bakers and brought himself the cheapest thing he could find.
Outside he looked for a place to sit. "Oh. Boy. Move up a bit, will you?"