Remus always had chocolate on him. Sirius had joked that he was some sort of undercover agent for Honeyduke's, but in recent times he'd started to think that he was an undercover agent for Voldemort. There'd never been a time where Sirius thought he would believe that, but things had been odd between the two of them.
Sirius had tried to keep thoughts of his mates at bay. It didn't do him any favors to think about any of them, or what they might be going through without him there.
Chuckling, Sirius lifted a shoulder and waved a dismissive hand. "I'm more of a cookie person, truth be told. You take them. I'm sure they've got some chocolate chip cookies round here somewhere." He could also find out when they made their baked goods, and come back another day.
"My mate said something along those lines. Chocolate makes everything better." He couldn't help but to chuckle, the sound, however was slightly bitter. "Used as a cure in the event of a Dementor attack." Sirius let out a breath, "They suck the happiness right out of everything, for that matter they can suck your soul out. Nasty things, Dementors. No one wants to deal with those." An involuntary shiver went down his spine at the mere thought of them.
They struck fear into witches and wizards of all ages, and telling kids to be good or they'd be sent to Azkaban was sort of akin to Muggle parents telling their children that the Boogeyman was going to get them. There were worse things out there than the Boogeyman in Sirius's opinion, and that opinion was growing daily from what he'd heard other people had gone through before their arrival.
He turned his head and spotted a container full of chocolate chip cookies. "See? These will work just fine and I can actually dunk them into a glass of milk." He added those to his basket, "I'm Sirius Black, and how are you holding up after the whole invasion?"