"It's a bit surprising, but I suppose you lived in a world of magic and probably enough money that you never had to have the same thing twice," he admits, which isn't such a bad thing, it's just strange and new to him. "I promise, they're not bad," he vows, squeezing Sirius' hand from over the table.

"They can even be a bit tasty," he promises, trying to infuse warmth and encouragement into his tone. "It's perfectly sanitary, we'll have some tomorrow and I'll prove it."