I'll have a job by then, lend you some dosh. [ More likely is that Sirius will have had a job by then, something part-part-part time that will have generated enough income for an evening's worth of carry out before he decides to never go in again.

It's become a bit of a pattern now that he doesn't have school to keep his attention.

He rolls over just enough that there's an opening in between a few of the covers, but Sirius grumbles unhappily about it. ] Come on, then, before all the heat I've thoughtfully generated for you escapes.