[It's the one time he'll just let the fussing happen, partially because he's too tired to protest. (And maybe some part of him enjoys it, just a little. Just every now and then.)
He looks up from his book, glancing over at Sirius, who looks far too at home in his kitchen. There's a flutter of something warm he doesn't want to admit to.] Sounds good, if you're making some.
[It's a good thing he'd managed to restock his cupboards before nightfall the previous day.] I hope I'm not keeping you from anything.
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He looks up from his book, glancing over at Sirius, who looks far too at home in his kitchen. There's a flutter of something warm he doesn't want to admit to.] Sounds good, if you're making some.
[It's a good thing he'd managed to restock his cupboards before nightfall the previous day.] I hope I'm not keeping you from anything.