Petunia pursed her lips and scraped some scrambled eggs from the frying pan onto his plate as well, albeit a bit cold with a piece of buttery toast. She then took a seat across from the boy and waited for him to eat. What she did not tell him, was that she had opted not to eat today, giving him her portion of breakfast since Vernon kept track of every morsel unless Dudley was pigging out and stuffing his face in front of them. He would know if Harry was getting more than the basic stale bread and severely watered down milk or juice.