"Well, it's a pseudonym." Remus chuckled, though his thought too had first had been that the name was quite odd.
"It's true." Remus nodded to Sirius' statement of simply being less early. "Did you know the international dateline changes based on where Sirius is at any given moment. And the planets don't rotate the sun, Sirius controls them with his mind." Remus returned the brief kiss. "Hello, handsome," he murmured softly, patting Sirius chest before stepping away to start rotating things in the oven.
"I hope you're not heart-set on dragon, I'm afraid we're having roast beef." Remus teased, lifting the roasting pan out of the oven, then moving a few things around. Remus did all of his cooking in the traditional muggle way, or nearly all of it, sometimes he took a few little short cuts. He had magically enlarged the oven though, so that he could fit much more in at a time than in a more traditional oven. "Make yourselves comfortable lads, I'll have dinner on shortly."