Jamie scrunched up his nose and furrowed his eyebrows as he watched Clint go to all that effort for a Look. "Oi! Boiled, exactly! Not deep fried bloody Mars bars and shit," he argued with a laugh, "And you've not even gotten into wizarding food which is a whole different thing, especially in the confectionaries."
But he was. How could a non-magical dog be immune to such a thing? His confusion was evident on his face even as he continued to eat his taco. In the end, he just shrugged his shoulders and muttered more to himself than Clint, "Must be magic." It was the only sensible explanation. "What if your dog is secretly an animagus...?"