Thomas couldn't help but feel a little bad at the fact he was getting free food - though her reasoning seemed logical. It just didn't seem like a gentlemanly thing to do; not really. But then, the more he dwelled on it, the more he realised he wasn't particularly a gentleman now, was he? He was a rough Quidditch player who was in too much of a rush for food that he left his money and wand at home.

Food always won, it seemed.

He took the paper bag and smiled back, "Thanks then, Miss." He said with a little confusion - of course he wasn't going to get used to it; next time he would have money. Did she think him someone who begged for free food?

"No, Miss, I won't. I don't mind coming back with money. Honest. I just... I was 'ungry. You really do 'ave a nice place 'ere."