"I hope you plan to pay for the surgeries I'm going to need to keep looking pretty as I grow older," he said with a sniff, playing keep away with the next bar he had been set to hand Patricia to fry.
He gave it up after jerking it away once or twice, before reaching to pick up another one. He looked at it, as it tempted him to eat it. "I don't know though, if I want that pressure. Why can't you sit around looking pretty, while I indulge?"
Roger had to eat healthy because of Quidditch, but that didn't stop him from occasionally eating things he shouldn't.