"Painting. That's interesting. I find," and Percy gave him a wry sort of smile, "I'm not artistic like that, but I find playing the piano lets me get out something inside of me, communicating with music," he said, his grin broadening, "That sounds like quite the life. It must have given you a real taste for the art world, especially there. New York is reputed to have some excellent museums. Did you get to see them?" and a notion crossed his mind, "Your friends must have missed you very much, being gone for so long. Did I miss the welcome home party? I'm sure Ron would have mentioned it," he said as he ate more of his lunch himself.
He was almost finished and thought he might go fetch himself something sweet to finish it off. He decided he'd wait, and offer to get Dean a piece of cake or pie if he wanted it; they were certainly in the right place for it.