Jamie, in return, blinks at Ron in surprise. He had been serious about that? "Oh," he manages after a moment, not entirely sure what to say. "I'm sorry, I'd not realized."

His gaze flicks down to the still mostly uneaten haggis-on-a-stick. It's not quite the same as what he's used to, but it's still close to something he's not eaten for a long, long time. But as he looks back up at his teammate, he knows he doesn't want to bring up any more memories that Ron would clearly rather not dwell on, and he turns, walking over to the pub and depositing it on the bar in front of one of the other playtrons. "Here, ye can have this," he says, before heading back to the others.

"How do ye feel about turkey legs, then?"