Dean emerged from the kitchens after a moment, small container in his hand. He'd gotten there a few minutes earlier and gone to ask the elves for tuna. Apparently, it was harder to find than he'd anticipated. Which he guessed he should have thought of, since tuna wasn't on the menu that often at Hogwarts. But they'd come up with some, and Dean offered it up to Drew.
It'd been awkward, their little date that Dean hadn't meant to be a date. But Dean still thought Drew was a nice, guy kid, and wanted to be friends with him. It'd been long enough that he figured Drew's attraction had probably moved on, and they could just be friendly. He hadn't meant to hurt Drew's feelings, but he didn't seem like the type of boy who held a grudge anyway.
Dean smiled at him. "All right, so Cuddles the not-quite-quite. She's she look like?"