He was trying to make a joke. Malfoy didn't make jokes with her. In the past, there had been more than a few incidents when he'd made jokes at her expense. Once he mentioned their rather dismal meal, she remembered bits and pieces of their conversation. She felt her heart rate begin to decrease. Her thoughts became less fuzzy. They'd talked about Astoria Greengrass. Or, rather he'd mentioned her and then out of politeness, she'd changed the subject. Something about how peaceful the forest was. And then he'd made a disparaging remark about the food. They both laughed when she suggested eating the paper sack that it came in would be more appetizing. In truth, however, she would've eaten just about anything and been thankful. Life as a fugitive made it so her palate wasn't quite so picky as it once was.