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AlwaysSnapesGirl 
Penelope nodded along at all the food he was grabbing as she eyed the other stuff that was also on the table. What else did she want to put in? "Bacon," she said, grabbing a big handful as she spoke. "Toast." Several slices, definitely. "Sausage." Hmm. Anything else? Butter for the toast maybe? That might be too messy though... She glanced down the table to see if there was anything else they could put in the backpack and noticed he'd grabbed some of the bottles of butterbeer. Ohh, yes, that was good too. She nodded at those and then turned her attention back to the food-
-until his voice suddenly got....well, she wasn't really sure. What had happened? She blinked, looking back over at him as he coughed. "You okay?" she asked. Though....what was it he had said? Pumpkin......pa....pas....pasties? She grabbed one of those and offered it to him. Maybe it'd make him feel better...?
Bacon was good. Toast. Sausage. Meat in general was ALL good. Yes. West approved.
But waaaaaaaaah she noticed! Act cool, West!
"I'm fine." Paaaause. He seemed alright. His voice was behaving. Errr.
"I'm fine. Just... a fr-*splurt*-og in my throat." He flushed a bit and rubbed at his hair then reached out and took the pumpkin pastie. Err. Yep. That went in the bag and he continued to act like nothing weird had happened.
He held the backpack open for the last of it. Breakfast on the pitch? WAS GONNA BE AWESOME.
"Do you think we have enough?"