"Have you tried going any slower?" Remus inquired during the short hug. He then lead her to their table, smiling when she mentioned the note on his door. It had been the journal entry he'd written asking for help and in which he asked that she not continue reading. "I did. Thank you for your honesty."
Once at their table, Remus nodded his agreement. "I can do that," he said, and made off for the barkeep, returning a short moments later with less coins in his little sack but a pair of pints in hand. It was the first thing he had paid for, for someone else, in ages. "He said he would send someone over once we decide what we want to eat."
Remus set the two pints on the table, and grabbed the small, sticky menu from between the salt and pepper shakers, handing it to her without taking a look at it himself. "Ladies first."