"Yup," Peter said, evidently in a good mood. For good reason, he was chewing happily and pointed at Remus' plate, "Ate your taters."

He loved himself some taters. Looking at his friend and not even noticing the drool on his robes, Peter frowned anyway. "You doing all right there, Moony?"

There was concern now. "I could get us more taters."

Seemed like the obvious solution here.