Remus paused at the comment, unsure if he meant because of his weight or his clothing. Finishing dressing, he gave a little shrug and a smirk.
"It was a relative, actually. Dad obliviated them afterward, but you're right, it wasn't as a werewolf. I don't think they could have handled them." Finishing dressing, he did up his robes perfectly, not wanting his mom to have any thoughts about him having...done...anything...with the potion's master. That would probably kill him from humiliation.
"How can you tell?" he wondered, tilting his head to the side. Taking another piece of the chocolate, he sucked on it happily. He didn't know where it was from, but it was so good. Almost as good as the expensive stuff Sirius kept buying for him.