"Fryup it is." Jake didn't sound put off by it, just wanted to get some food in his stomach. He refilled the dog bowls before he whistled for Lucky, who came running into the kitchen. Jake gave him a head scratch and grinned. "You be good, okay? I'll be back in a little bit."

Another scratch before Lucky got closed off in the kitchen, thumping down into his doggie bed, and Jake smiled to Draco. "Ready?" Going for the door again.