"I am actually sorry I missed that." Darcy follows Severus to the table and sits down where he's set her place. "Like, I'm kind of mortified, but also really curious about what that looked like." Because it probably looked adorable somehow. There's nothing that could possibly be horrifying about this remotely.

"Speaking of Claire," and while she knows she has no right to go here, she's doing it anyway, because she can. But only after she takes a bite of food, hums appreciatively, immediately shoves three more mouthfuls in (each meal is still looked at as though it could be the last time she'll have a chance to eat) and swallows those down. It's not like she's going to talk with her mouth full, okay? "You should maybe come by the fifth floor kitchen tonight. In the middle of the night. Especially if you can smell baked goods."