At the mention of Sirius, Remus's gaze darted for the man. Not like he didn't know where he was. "For the love of Tolkien please don't let him hear that." The smile pulled into a grin, before trying to dismiss the offer.
"I should be fine. I survived the last with Peter whinging about rodízio and if it was nearly necessary to try to eat my weight in meat on his birthday. Which it was." Remus polished off his first pastry. Better to get a third now. "And we got him in the end. That's the important part. How are you healing up?"