"Give 'er here," Sirius grunted back. He knew better than anyone that the best way to cure a foul hangover was with more liquor. A little orange juice would give it a nice citrus kick to stop the thudding in his head.
After that, he might consider how brilliant bacon and eggs would taste in his mouth.
Slowly, and with no small amount of grumbling, Sirius crawled back on top of the sofa, sprawling out.
"Why's he such a berk?" he asked without clarifying who he was referring to. It should be obvious, shouldn't it? James was smart. He could figure it out. His brain wasn't about to explode and ooze out his ears.