Viktor grinned her obvious humor, taking her amusement as a good sign. He'd hoped to cheer her up, and it seemed he had been successful, even if it felt at his own expense.
Viktor took the bag and emptied it, adding, "That's the lot I'm afrid," and he paused, leaning back to get comfortable in the chair as h thought about hert question.
"In a bag for me? Well, that's abit tricky. Hours to spend on my broom? My mum's deer stew? A fresh powder snow fall? Do you know the kind I mean? So wet, it sticks to you in large fat flakes? I like hot chocolate, warm fires, and good socks."
He could think of many other things but they were not so tangible and easy to explain. He smiled at her, "You need not trouble yourself Megan, really."