"Yeah?" Sirius brightened considerably at that. Space beer would absolutely help this situation, just as it would help most situations. He's a bit too young to be a true alcoholic, maybe, but that doesn't mean that he wouldn't be interested in a drink, or six. Or more.

In any case, Sirius got out his wand, pushing back from the table a little. "Accio space beer--"

And he knew just which space beer he has in mind, and so sure enough--only a few moments later--two space beers came flying out of nowhere, whizzing in from the corridor. Sirius was ready, of course, and caught them easily. "Here you are. Cheers, mate. To-- unfortunate sharing, and, as always, to pie."

Sirius made a bit of a face as he took his initial sip, and waggled his hand back and forth uncertainly, in the universal gesture of maybe-sort-of-kind-of. Once he'd cleared his throat, he could answer more properly.

"Do I always summon space beer: no. Do I always use the summon spell, well, mostly. Sometimes. It's weird here 'cos whatever you're summoning has to wait on doors opening and lifts and things, it can't just break through windows to find you."

He grinned a little--always an appreciation for the destructive. Another sip of space beer and he found himself echoing Ned's shudder--but that stood to reason, right? Even if Sirius has a well-developed taste for alcohol, Ned's inexperience with it means that he's got to share in that--at least until they resolve their brain issues.

"Speaking of magic, that's something I wanted to ask you about, but-- Merlin." He rubbed at his mouth. "First I've got to know, have you ever been properly drunk before?"

"Oh." Sirius looked down at his beer, and laughed. "Er, get ready, then, 'cos we're sharing more than memories. We have to share feelings as well, so you're going to be double drunk. Then again, that might actually make this easier."

Sharing feelings explained the sudden surge of nerves that Sirius has just got. That's got to be Ned--he's not half so nervous about anything, ever.

"And calm down, would you," he added, rubbing a hand over his forehead with a faint scowl. "I didn't see anything awful. Just-- weird. You have led a very weird life, mate."

"Yes," he answered, with a little scowl, as he rubbed the heel of his hand against his eye. Ned thinking about his contagious nervousness made the nervousness spike a little, and Sirius took a moment to try to think as calmly and confidently as possible. He could totally counteract this.

"And I haven't, actually, not really. Not for a wizard." Well, sort of not for a wizard. There were a few different types of wizards, after all, muggle-borns and purebloods, et cetera ad nauseum, classifications that Sirius knew, thanks to his upbringing, but didn't really give a damn about. "But you aren't a wizard. Nice magic tricks, though. And, uh. Zombie?"

"Alive-again?" Sirius was more than dubious as he repeated those words back at Ned. "And you say that every time? That's a bit of a mouthful, you think you'd have a better word for it by now. All right, so they aren't zombies, and please present my apologies to any of them who you encounter for offending them with that name--honestly, y'know, we haven't got any zombies either, that was just something I saw in films-- Night of the Living Dead, and all those."

Alive-again. Sirius stopped rambling as he considered that specific choice of words. It was a better description, at least, for all its clumsiness--because from what he'd seen from Ned's memories, the alive-againers really were truly alive. It was mental.

He glanced back at the pie-maker, as he speared another bite of pie on his fork. "Y'know, even wizards can't do that."

Magic men. Sirius' eyebrows went up a little at that description. It just sounds so... silly, to a wizard. Magic men magic men magic men. Like men that are magical, which is a wizard, but when you separated it out like that, it's like--men in sparkly costumes. For some reason, that was the image that came to mind.

He did not want to see Ned in a sparkly costume. That sounded like a bit of a horror movie on its own.

"Right," he said, vaguely, swirling his beer around in his glass. "Well, you're the one that would know. So where d'you get them from, then, you just--snatch them back from death? I mean, how does it work? Or d'you not know, you can just--do it."

No judgement if it were to be the last one. Sirius was familiar enough with magic that it wouldn't be surprising if that were it. Some people were happy to try to reason everything out, but for Sirius, magic always kind of just has been. No reason or overthinking necessary, it was all guts and intuition and natural ability.

"Well, yeah, no, I know it's not science." Science. Eurgh. The word was full of disdain when Sirius said it. He wasn't much fond of science, as a whole. "But how does it work? We've got theories of magic and-- equal exchange principles and things like that. And you just, what. Touch people and they come back to life, and that's it, happily ever after?"

"It-- takes sixty seconds to work? Or it only lasts sixty seconds?" No, it's got to be the former and not the latter, right? Because Sirius has been in Ned's head, and he's seen glimpses, at least.

And speaking of glimpses... he frowns, vaguely, rubs at his face as he feels how uncomfortable this is making Ned. Normally, he wouldn't maybe notice--or he might, given Ned's body language; he'd have to be wearing a paper bag over his head not to notice that hunch over the beer.

"Has anyone got this, er, ability, where you're from?"