"I'm also eating," he said and popped the chocolate-cake-dipped olive in his mouth.

"And I plan to eat here, too."

He could suss out what 'Bubbe' meant but he didn't know what muggleness saran wrap was. He figured he could just ignore that and still put the picture together. Sam's grandmother smuggled food in her purse.

He paused for a moment, clearly working up the courage to ask something.

"Do you... know how to cook?"