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r. lupin (tufty) wrote in silverage,

Remus had to admit, Gwen sharing tables with him had come to him as a surprise but it was nothing he rejected. He hadn't been in the mood for a conversation but she was an entirely new face and he was banking on his guess that she wasn't a resident of the Center with him. And then there was her baby Anwen. He missed sharing tables with a baby.

So as Gwen settled into his table, he quickly folded over his newspaper and set it beside him on his couch while he rose halfway when he felt he ought to help Gwen with her belongings.

Her invitation to tuck in was definitely welcome, and Remus thanked her as he pierced his first sausage cuts and swallowed them whole, his spirits soaring at the savory flavor. He was determined to making this breakfast a damn good one, and she was helping him on that effort. "Aliens?" he repeated with some interest in his voice the moment he swallowed his food. "You mean those creatures who come in by flying saucers? Are they real?"