Remus frowned briefly at his food before taking a small bite. It was the scar that lingered from his time at the prison camp, after being convicted of treason. They had done things to the food there, and he'd nearly starved to death, literally, in trying to avoid death by dysentery or the like. Now, his relationship with food was complicated.
"No, it's fairly accurate, it's just that... well, I mean, there's no glory in prison, or death for the cause. Not to mention whatever faction or clique this guy worked with managed to run as a utopian democracy. I mean... you know me, Lils, everyone gets a voice... but mine is loudest." he smiled a bit. "And that's the way it has to be, ya know? Eventually a time comes when someone has to lay down the law, so to speak. Well, the way this guy wrote, you'd think that their was never any disagreement in the ranks. That just can't possibly be accurate. I mean you and I disagree, Sirius and I disagree, and that's just in the every day and we've known each other forever. The writer just sort of has his own 'were all brothers and sisters in the cause' propaganda that ignores the actual difficulties of working a collective of any variety." Remus shrugged.
"I dunno, maybe I'm wrong, but it seems to me they would have to be smoke grass by the pound to get that sort of consensus. Or maybe I'm just looking for an excuse to smoke more," He winked at her.