"Jungle food, huh? Sounds like just the thing - nothing like tidying up hurricane damage to build an appetite," Harry said, crouching down next to the pit. There was something soothing about watching a flame. It had a way of entrancing you and making you forget your surroundings - which he knew all too well could sometimes be a liability, but for now was quite welcome.

"So, how's things?" he asked, leaving the conversation open for Sonya to choose whether to reveal what had her so subdued, or for them to gloss it over and choose a more lighthearted subject.