As they descended the stairs, Sirius had already decided not to press for information. Draco seemed, so far, to be coherent and in good spirits, and Sirius was willing to accept that as sufficient. Everything else could come later.<br/>He urged Draco to take a seat, muesli, jams and cheeses still littering the table. Sirius himself stepped closer, only to pick up Remus’ discarded bowl; with it in hand, he paused to look at Draco.<br/>“What’s your fancy?” he said, a little movement of his wrist drawing attention to the bowl, a contrast to Sirius' own plate. “We’ve got either toast or yoghurt.”