"I think your stomach agrees," Jake chirped up, chuckling. Which was only echoed by his own stomach, which he put a hand on. "Mine, too!"

Lucky looked back, whining. "And you. You get your breakfast first, lucky dog."

They made their way back to Jake's apartment, and Jake let Lucky run around while he got food and water for his dog. "Do you care where we go for breakfast?" He called over to Draco.