Peter B | Sirius
"Yeah? Cooking with magic?" Peter asked, curious about it even if magic wasn't really his sort of thing. Sure he could appreciate it, there was plenty of good and decent magic out there in the world, but in fairness to himself he'd had a lot of not great run-ins with magic in his time too. But things were different where Sirius was from so he could be curious about that. "I'm picturing something like that scene in Sleepy Beauty, dancing cups and eggs that crack themselves?" He guessed.
He didn't think that'd be the sort of magic he'd mind too terribly much if it got the job done, a little like washing the dishes with magic after all. But sometimes you just wanted to be certain what it was you were getting yourself into even in a totally fictional sort of scenario.
"Well it's not always me alone, there was Carol for a while - but I'll tell ya, she was much better at drinking and then hiding away at the end of the night than she really was at running anything. But people help out, Nyx and John sometimes, and a few others come and go. But it's not too bad, and you know not everyone can cook for themselves, so maybe it's not what I did back home but it's still looking after the neighborhood in a way, and that's kind of my thing." As for a night off, he shrugged. "I take some time every now and again when I am certain things will be covered here, I'm lucky in that I've managed to find some incredibly understanding people too who don't mind my staying out late when I'm here too." He added.