"Oh, hours, is it?" Kieren echoes with a faintly amused smile on his lips, leaning in to press a fond kiss to his cheek, arms wrapped around his waist. "I'm starved," he admits. "The whole sprained wrist after the Quidditch mess didn't exactly leave me with much time to grab something to eat, so you could put barely edible porridge in front of me and I'd go for it."

Nudging at Sirius' side, he prods him to get them dishes. "C'mon, then, let's try this food of yours."