"Omnomberries," Vrenille took the liberty of moving to sit on the side of the cot beside Remus, not quite close enough for their shoulders to touch. "Guess they probably don't grow around here. Mostly you find them way down in Orr.

"I've got a friend who's a great cook though. He made these," a vague gesture towards the omnomberry bar on the table. "Made a few cans of soup and stuff that I've got in my pack too. But they're not so great for breakfast."

This was progress, Vrenille thought. Not leaps and bounds of progress, but it was still something. If Remus wasn't exactly trusting him yet, at least he was not trusting him less than he was before.

"You sure you can handle this whole Apparating thing again though? I mean, it seemed to take a lot out of you last time."