Sirius smiled and looked at her curiously, "but of course, what's life without a bit of romance?" he said expanding his hands towards the somewhat grubby and plastic-obsessed visage that was Merlin's.
He found a napkin and wiped a few spots of sticky jam from his fingers, manners remembered enough to not wipe his hands along his jeans even in Merlin's.
"I've only seen it from the outside. The Ministry would have searched and seized it when I was convicted, I reckon it's in a poor state," in truth it could probably have used a clean before they'd dragged him to Azkaban, but he was sure an unwashed plate or two would be the least of the house's problems.
Sirius glanced over at the clock hanging unevenly from the wall, a steady stream of small bubbles coming from the broken panel at the back. "I'll send Dora an owl, let her know to meet us there."