James looked at his mate suspiciously, knowing that if their positions were reversed, he'd have something devious up his sleeve at a time like this. So, cautiously, James passed behind Sirius and 'accidentally' shoved him forward when he reached to tickle the pear.
"Whoops, pardon me, good lad. I didn't see your shiny arse so close in proximity to my massive pectorals." He puffed out his still half-shirted chest for good measure. When the portrait opened up into the kitchens, he'd forgotten about their little banter and hopped inside, mouth suddenly starting to water.
A little house elf squeaked and dashed right up to him, asking if he'd needed anything. Turning toward Sirius, James grinned and placed an order for the largest platter of bacon and sausages that they could carry upstairs. Remus did say he wanted bacon, after all. Never leave a major decision like this up to James.