For a moment, Remus could only stare at the two of them because that gesture, that instinctive manner of pulling Sirius in close? That was so familiar! How many times had Remus held Sirius like that? For the exact same purpose? Hell, Sirius had just done the same to him not three days ago. He registered the reaction to the news -- and lack thereof -- as well, used to seeing the same expression on his father's face. But, Remus had to admit to being a bit blind-sided by the abject acceptance of which he was suddenly the full focus. Not since three brilliant idiots revealed they'd secretly become animagi just for him had Remus felt like this. It was...humbling and terrifying all at once.
"Well, let's hope I never turn into Malfoy," he said hoarsely, swallowing all that emotion down. He leaned in enough to press his forehead to Teddy's temple, while ruffling his hair a bit. It wasn't the bone-crushing hug he knew Sirius was waiting for, but they could work up to that. They had a chance to do that, now, after all.
"A doughnut that does what?" Laughing, he pulled back to look between the two of them, then just shook his head. "I'm going to blame that on your Black ancestry, specifically the part that's shared with Sirius. But, tell me about this bakery? And how did you learn to bake?"