Hermione prefers diverse. The shop has these great sort of dried...things. The name is hard to pronounce and harder to remember and they look the opposite of appetising, but they taste like lavender smells.

"Oh, not too bad. Researching," she says, in a rather schoolmarmish tone that should indicate that they have Things To Discuss, Mr LeMat. She does say it while petting Velcro, though, which lessens the effect somewhat. "Hello, Velcro. How about you? Have you been thinking more about- you know, everything? Is Tonks late, or are we early? I hope you gave her directions, because I think I just assumed she knew the area."

Talking to Hermione can occasionally feel like being swept along in a current of questions.