Oh. Right. "I see," he said simply. Wales, of course. Not everything and everyone has to be from England or Scotland (in the case of his alma mater). Remus hid his embarrassment by taking a sip of coffee and two bites out of his skillet. So far, he was steadily polishing breakfast. He should really start being more aware of these matters...
"I haven't really done much beyond trying to find a way home since I got here," he admitted to her later as he finished his plate of fries. It was partly true, anyhow, as the other part concerned him looking for a place to hide. "I have heard of them, though, and how they are mm...magical...for the lack of a better word," he said to excuse his definition. Gwen should know what he's talking about, though, if she asked him about it. "But I have not really been very attentive to them..." That must make him sound like a child, he thought.