They let him in and Sirius dished up, having planned his cooking that Harry wouldn’t be left waiting for his food, a constant worry in teh back of his mind that his aunt and uncle withdrew dinner as much as Sirius’ own parents used to. They ate and spoke and laughed, Harry told them about how his summer holidays were progressing, how Ron was, and there was a hint of something regarding the youngest Weaseley girl as well. 