Honestly? If someone didn't like fruit on their waffles, or pancakes, were heathens. Not that she had a problem with what people liked on their food, she didn't. Honestly, she wasn't sure what in the world was going on. One minute things were fine and the next... well, she's not sure what happened.
Even in her dreams she had never seen something like this. Something that spoke volumes. She was already at ease with Harry, but this told her so much more. Not that she really had any problems with him to begin with. She didn't need anything to tell her what kind of man that he was.
Though, he'd possibly get the same out of her. Fierce, strong, proud and honest. Sometimes even brutally so. Someone who wanted to do good by people and help them as much as possible.