What Hermione manages is still enough of a smile that Jamie doesn't pick up on the fact that it's maybe not quite coming as naturally as it had earlier. For his part, he's more relieved that she doesn't seem to want him to actually cook. While he's willing to do so in order to spend a little extra time with her, he's well aware that his skills there tend to lean more towards simple fare - with maybe the exception of haggis, something that his family's been making nearly as long as they've been piping. And he really wasn't kidding about there being the right sort of things for haggis, unless he wanted to try and make it out of nugs.
Letting her know that she might be stuck eating that and deep mushrooms as a large part of her diet for the foreseeable future isn't something he quite has the heart to tell her, just yet - at least, not until he's had a chance to check out what's been brought in recently, and the only real way to do that is to go check. The only problem is that he has to stop holding her to do so, and even though he does do that, only a few seconds pass between that and his offering out his hand for her to take - or his arm, if she'd rather. As long as he can still keep in contact in some way, he'll be content.
"Now, I'll admit as I'd not mind a bite to eat myself," he admits, with a faintly wry expression. Some things, it seems, never change. But there's some that have, and the thought of that actually gets him to stop mid-turn, the wry expression turning into something closer to a grimace, albeit one that's directed at himself and not anyone else.
"I, ah, do have to let you know something, though. If people start calling me Donald, there's a reason for it. I'm not...using my name out in public so much, anymore."
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Letting her know that she might be stuck eating that and deep mushrooms as a large part of her diet for the foreseeable future isn't something he quite has the heart to tell her, just yet - at least, not until he's had a chance to check out what's been brought in recently, and the only real way to do that is to go check. The only problem is that he has to stop holding her to do so, and even though he does do that, only a few seconds pass between that and his offering out his hand for her to take - or his arm, if she'd rather. As long as he can still keep in contact in some way, he'll be content.
"Now, I'll admit as I'd not mind a bite to eat myself," he admits, with a faintly wry expression. Some things, it seems, never change. But there's some that have, and the thought of that actually gets him to stop mid-turn, the wry expression turning into something closer to a grimace, albeit one that's directed at himself and not anyone else.
"I, ah, do have to let you know something, though. If people start calling me Donald, there's a reason for it. I'm not...using my name out in public so much, anymore."