"Leftovers," Kieren protests with a laugh, still in disbelief sometimes at how little that wizards get taught of the normal world. "We put it in the fridge and then have it for lunch tomorrow or another dinner when neither of us can be fussed to cook or take away." He nudges right back at Sirius' foot, shaking his head.

"Unless you dream of wandering around the sidewalks shoving day old food at people," is his coy retort.