Harry hadn't expected to stay alone long - it was a rarity in the Burrow - but Ginny's appearance still startled him, and he blinked at her before he smiled. "I think your mum's been keeping things on hand with so many people in and out, so no one's had to go through the cupboards mostly?" he suggested. "Do you want a cup?" he asked, nodding toward the heating water that was starting to steam toward ready.
Harry hadn't been able to leave the house - much to his frustration - yet. Or at least not for anything frivolous. When they made headway with the horcruxes, then they'd risk it, and he had some plans in place. But for now, he was housebound. Which meant he hadn't been able to get out to get Ginny anything for her birthday. Hermione had anticipated the problem and gotten her a gift from him, though. It wasn't hand-picked. . . but then Harry'd had no idea what to get her anyway. He just hoped she liked it. He'd left it upstairs, and figured he'd give it to her later, but he could go get it, he supposed. Or maybe he should wait until after dinner?
It would be really blood nice to not feel like he was in a constant state of befuddlement dealing with the youngest Weasley. But he supposed it was only natural. He wasn't exactly smooth in general. "Happy Birthday, Ginny." He saw her fetching out the sugar and milk and smiled. "Thanks. . . did you sleep well?"