Remus wasn't going to lie, he loved it when Sirius invited him out to eat -- because it could mean that he was being generous and the state of Remus' financial health was no mystery to anyone.
"If you're trea..." he began but then it occurred to him, Sirius wasn't in 1981, anymore. He was in New York, 1964 -- where probably no one has even heard of the Noble House of Black.
A lot of good that does to them now.
"Let's look for something you'd like," he said instead as he slipped out his wand, again, and began transfiguring his cloak into something more Muggle-acceptable. Best not to think about their tighter circumstances now. "What do you feel like having anyway?"