Sirius, who was an absurdly skilled wizard and could probably have managed to set his flat on fire without burning a thing, just grinned innocently. While he could be incredibly industrious and innovative when it came to magic that interested him--his secret status as an Animagus, for example--some efforts didn't keep his interest long enough for him to succeed. Kitchen magic appeared to be one such endeavor.
"Bless your mum," he said blissfully, not bothering with his own juice yet and taking the lid off the dish so he could stick his face in the steam. He ladled himself a heaping plate and then dropped in one of his lazy slouches on a kitchen chair to eat.
"So, looking about for a flat, are you?" he asked around a full mouth. "Not bothering with any of those intern jobs, eh?"