Harry rubbed at his neck again and got up, a little shaky on his feet for a second, but managing. "Scones?" he perked up a bit at that. Viktor's canned things and chocolate had come in handy, but he was pretty damn sick of it."
He still felt a little chilly, but it was passing, and Harry picked up one of the scones, biting into it, adding with his mouth half full. "You told me already," he mumbled, and then swallowed, looking between them again.
"I can uhh. . . I mean you can just tell Ron and I can. . . go look outside for anything we missed." Like grass. Since he could see the sword, and the locket, so it wasn't like he had a legitimate reason to go outside. But he could make an attempt to be tactful.