I...do not, no. [ Perhaps he should have emphasized the need for someone to speak to so as not to be trapped in his own head. Perhaps he'll have to get a new wand sooner as opposed to later.

Perhaps he should know just where the necessary utilities in his home come from, but he doesn't, and that's that.

Credence pulls over a chair and Percival arches an eyebrow, considering the question. ]

Noodles and butter, plain without sauce, seasoned. I likely could manage that. What about you? You don't have to hold yourself to our earlier agreement.