"Right shame, it is. Suspect it's hereditary," Sirius remarked, and rather than grab a handful of popcorn, he did the next best thing. He took the bowl out of Adrian's hands. Food, right then, was the last thing on his mind. Popcorn wasn't his first choice, but he could think of a few creative things to do with food, and maybe he would get around to putting his imagination to good use.
Sirius pushed off the door jamb, and while he turned around and made room for Adrian to enter, off-handedly suggested, "We could do the kind thing and offer the boy some visual aids."