There are fish and chips still cradled on some greasy paper, and a king-sized block of Muggle chocolate, and a bag of mixed sweets, and packets of Muggle biscuits, and - oh my god, he got her McDonalds. Disgusting, unhealthy, delicious McDonalds - not to mention about half a dozen more unhealthy junk foods, all of which make Hermione's mouth water uncontrollably. She hasn't had Muggle food in far too long - it's just never something that she thinks about at times when doing so is possible. So this...this is like a feast. Like a gift. She picks up the block of chocolate and rubs her thumb gently over the wrapper, listening to the soft crinkle and looking up at him in disbelief. "How - How did you get this?" He smiled, just the tiniest bit, as she dropped the chocolate and opened the McDonalds" bag, shoving a salty chip in her mouth.