Remus didn't know what he'd said wrong, but the wrinkle in her nose was probably not a good thing. So he sat there rather uncomfortably while she held the menu. He didn't know how much he had in his pouch, but while he was almost certain it would be enough for two meals, he wasn't completely sure. Why hadn't he checked the menu for prices while he waited rather than feel sorry for himself? He was hungry, but he wouldn't take the chance, wouldn't order something to eat and then not have enough. That was a bad first impression to make, even if she married him in some alternate life, in the future. It wouldn't mean anything here. For a moment, he considered asking Tonks for the menu since she wasn't looking at it, but her question interrupted that thought.
"I'm sorry?" he asked, confused once again and unsure if he'd missed something prior, some sort of context that was supposed to help him figure out what she was talking about. Which witch? Which doctor?