"Parents are parents mate, no matter how bloody mad they drive you. You grew up without them, and they have no memories of you right now. So you only know of them what everyone's told you. And you have to think that they never thought they'd ever have to explain themselves to their grown son, yeah? It's a right bollocksed situation all around, Harry."
Grinning like a fool, he sat back on the sofa and crossed his arms. "Believe it or not, I made the pasties. Figured it out after a long bit of trial and error. And there's a bloody internet shop that sells the frogs and beans. Weirder still, they taste just like home. Even the horrid earwax beans."