'As for you working... Contract, Lupin. Find a napkin or whatever you want, and let's get things down on parchment. I want you enslaved and bound and working your arse off, and that as soon as possible.' Severus managed a crooked grin.
'I'll throw in the meals, and I promise that some of them will be Rosmerta's good cooking. Lupin, you've never lived a month, only eating Muggle pizzas, have you?' Severus was deadly tired of Muggle food. He liked to cook, but honestly he had been too... lazy or war-tired to manage to do so. Maybe with a new kitchen he could do better than that.