Still trying to suppress a bit of a nervous smile, Sirius nods and picks up his fork. Even with two extra mouths to feed, it's enough food as far as he's concerned and he wastes no time digging into his eggs. It isn't often he gets home-made food, given that he's often far too lazy to cook it himself and there's no one else about to cook it for him apart from Kieren, who's often too busy with school for that sort of thing. The smell of it all is alluring enough as it is, but he lets out a pleased hum as he takes his first bite.

It dies off a bit at the mention of Simon, however, and he only arches an eyebrow in response. And he doesn't miss the way Kieren's family all exchange a look as well.

"Mmm," he says in response to Kieren's mother, hurriedly finishing his bite and wiping at his mouth with his napkin. "Oh dear, I don't sound too posh, do I?" he says with a wink. "But I've been in around London mostly. The north end. Until Darrow, that is. Strangely, that feels a bit more like home now these days than anywhere else."