Oh well, okay, Remus supposed it was better off to be honest about the amount of dinnerware they would require. So he said nothing to protest Lily's honesty and allowed the waiter to go away with the menu and the extra plate and stuff he had reserved for a ghost. So now, there was only one seat in-between them and that was going to go pretty soon, he was sure.
"I am under that impression," Remus assured Lily of Sirius' attendance (or lack thereof) as he flipped open the four-paged menu. "I just didn't want this to look as intimate as it does. And just to be safe, friend," he made sure he looked at her as he said: "I am not trying to take advantage of Prongs' absence and courting you. That is quite unlike me, you know that." He was fond of Lily, admitted, but he would never take his relationship with her to a deeper level.
"I will admit, though," he went on after a moment as he surveyed the restaurant's choice of meat. It wasn't as if he needed the time to think, though, Remus was upfront with his love for meat, but it helped to keep his eyes busy while he thought of the words he needed to say, collect them, stitch them together and then undo them if they didn't strike a tone that he liked. "I did want to talk to you...personally. And the reason why I only wanted Padfoot as extra company is because...you are the only two people I would wish to talk to this about."
The waiter had returned to fill their glasses with water and take away that extra seat. Now, more than ever, Remus felt the gravity of what he wanted to talk about.
Looking over his menu, he asked, "How is your grandson faring?"