"Things would be easier if you told them the truth," she said frankly, never one to beat around the bush, "I’m not saying you should," she clarified, "Not before you’re ready - but it would be easier for them to understand why we’re not slinging shit at each other, or avoiding each other like the plague," Harry had to dodge when the napkins unexpectedly became forks, "Sorry," she said mildly, redirecting her wand to point skyward so there was a reduced risk of Harry being skewered, "They’d all be okay with it you know,"