"Excuses," Sirius dismissed, refusing to believe it was simply a trip of convenience. Sipping his coffee, his face became a canvas of taste contemplation. "Do I detect a hint of hazelnut?"
Then all at once, the critical smokescreen was cracked by a grin. Sirius could never stay serious for too long. "Not shabby -- Percival, am I right? Ta very much. How much do I owe you for this?"