"...sorry." Sirius muttered it to the boy who had cake all over his face, due to Sirius' first evasive manoeuvre. He felt doubly bad, because somehow he had just forgotten about him until just now. "Is the pie good?"

Peter nodded, licking his lips. His face was sticky, but admittedly tasty. So he smiled at the boys. Partly because he really didn't want to provoke their pie-throwing wrath.