"I'm an expert at the poppycorn thingy," he said as he disappeared into the kitchen, digging around in various cabinets. "Master popper," he continued to babble. "Yes, there are few who can pop better than--oh wait is it? No, there it.. Is that too long? How're you supposed to--" Beep.
Sirius came back out with a bag slightly burnt popcorn. "Wanna watch infomercials or something?" He sat down in the chair, letting Peter have the couch to himself.