Remus chuckled at the idea of polite rebellion. "I guess you were kind of doomed for that sort of thing. Blacks on one side of the family, me on the other," he teased. "Harry is just about my age now. So, hopefully, he isn't holding onto that desire too strongly, yet. But, since your grandmother used to bake and sell what she baked to the neighbors when I was growing up, I see nothing wrong with a bit of honest work. And managing a shop is no small task."
Looking between the two of them, he suddenly understood what McGonagall must have felt like having them all under her care. Sirius was...well, Sirius. A very familiar force of nature that Remus had long learned to accept would one day be the death of him just for one crazy idea after another. But, looking at Teddy, he could see some of his own quieter Marauders' streak in those wide brown eyes. Biting back a smile, he shook his head.
"I doubt you can make my worst fears come true. But, all right. Let's see before Padfoot jumps out of his skin with excitement, trying to wag his tail."