Peter B | Sirius
"In what?" Sirius asked, because he had no idea what Sleeping Beauty was. But it sounded about right, getting eggs to crack on their own -- he wasn't so sure about dancing cups though. Even if he could make it happen, it seemed a little silly. He nodded anyway, forever enthusiastic.
"She did seem to like to drink," Sirius noted, not exactly judging but ... well. He hadn't made friends with her when she was around, so he supposed maybe it was a little judging. She'd been sort of... messy. " Oh well. Not anyone's problem anymore, he reckoned. "I'll help out some," he decided. "Help is nice, but a full day off now and again is a pleasure, y'know? And I think I've figured out the most of your menu by now." Plus people who couldn't cook for themselves didn't have the right to be too choosy on some days. That was the rule.