Peter B | Sirius
Sirius suspected that everyone that ran a business in Starklandia must at least sort of be enjoying it, seeing as no one got any sort of financial gain out of it and had to spend plenty of long hours getting things to run smoothly. It wasn't as if the liquor and food stocked themselves, after all -- although, Sirius had fixed a few duplicating charms in place this week, in order to keep things from running down at any real pace.
Maybe fun was pushing it, a little. Menial work was always a little, well, menial. But it was a good way to stay occupied and busy on days that this place started feeling a little boring.
"Muggle," Sirius agreed with a grin. He tried not doing too much in the way of lingo from his own world, but sometimes things just slipped out and it couldn't be helped. "There are some who're pretty good at cooking with magic too," he noted thoughtfully. Sirius wasn't one of those people though, had never gotten the hang of it. Probably because he'd never had to learn. Cooking for himself had seemed laughable when he'd been younger, after all. That's what the Elves were for.
And now, if he was being honest, he sort of liked trying it out the muggle way instead. It was a bit more satisfying to see the work done. "How do you do it alone?" He asked, curious. "Never take a night off?"