"Ooh, polite rebellion. I like that. My rebellion has been, what's the opposite of polite? Explosive? Horribly offensive? Willfully destructive? One of those. Polite sounds a lot better. But you know we'll need bakers too. If we keep growing we won't all be able to live here, especially once the students come back. Then we'll need shops and bakeries and all of that good, normal, life stuff."
Sirius laughed fondly, and pulled gently at one of Teddys curls. He was very happy to see them back.
"Make it up to me? You played with my hair! That's worth a million favors from me." He touched the side of Teddys face so he would look at him. "But Siriusly," he put emphasis on this time, knowing it had made Teddy chuckle earlier. "You don't owe me a thing. I want to be here. I'm just glad I'm helping. You're stuck with me Teddy Bear, once I cling on I dont come off without a lot of work."