“Was the chicken not good, Lily?” Sirius asked, almost upset. Lily had just vomited all his roast chicken up. It was the first roast he had ever cooked, and it wasn’t good.
Well, he liked it, and James seemed to like it.
She looked over at James, questioningly.

“What would you say if I asked you to be our child’s God-father?” James asked, smiling brightly.
Sirius looked between the two. They were having him on. It must have been bad chicken.
“I’d say I cooked a good roast chicken then!” He boomed, jumping up to congratulate his two closest friends.