"You're going to have to show me where you keep them, since I can't name anything magical that you can use."

He slips his wand out, so that he can warm his food up. Then finally sets to eating.

If he's eating, his moods must've recovered.

"She's staying at my house for a few days." Pause. "Don't worry; she's the forgiving type. Once she's been given your message I'm sure you'll be back in her good graces again."

Here he's eating as if his moods never went south.

"I think she likes you. Not as much as me—obviously, but she likes you. And she wouldn't try to help us patch things up if she didn't like either of us."