Remus shook his hand in return and dropped down to sit on another rock, coat gathered around him. He smiled. "If you can spare it, then sure," he agreed. It was a habit Remus had indulged in more when he was young than he did now, but he didn't turn down a smoke, now and then.
He shook his head. "I'm all right out here for a bit. How are they all? Or Fleur and you doing with it, too?" Having a, from all reports, rather difficult goblin and a handful of always-in-trouble teenagers suddenly dropped on your front step couldn't be easy to deal with. Though Remus knew Fleur was quite capable of handling whatever was thrown at her, and Bill and her were both dedicated to helping the Order wherever possible. Even if it meant overcrowding their home.
He looked a little uncomfortable at the congratulations. "Thanks, mate. She does though. It suits her, even if she likely doesn't think so."