"Coffee." There was a hunger in Rodolphus' eyes quite different than the usual one he held. This, was actually, just pure hunger. For food.
Biting down on a strip of bacon even before his brother had sat himself, Rodolphus made a low hum, "I'll get us a house elf soon. That, or a captive to cook. Though with the latter they may attempt some form of culinary poisoning."
He grinned, "Wouldn't Mother be proud if she saw you now? Mind you, Da would kill you." Their father hadn't been a crazy man like his two sons, but he had run a strict household. Men were men, women were women, and house elves were slaves.