[ ftr, oliver eats really, really slow. how did he never notice this? when was the last time oliver took him out for a buffet? why hadn't oliver taken him to a buffet? why was he starting to get hungry again?

that peace for oliver lasts literally two muggle minutes.

leaning back comfortably in his chair, barry surveys the street and sighs. ] Do you think if I eat pork, I'd turn into a pig? Maybe my metabolism would be fast enough to process all the pig-turning magic in the pork?