"You should save the puns for another time, Moony. We're trying to be a little more mature about all this than that," replied Sirius, and through sheer force of will, he managed to make out the reply without the accompaniment of a single chortle. Completely straight-faced, he was.
Sirius was, by that point, very surprised that James and he still had their skulls attached to their spinal cords. Remus sounded about ready to hang them over the cliffs by a pair of thumbscrews. Remus was, for all intents and purposes, proving that James and Sirius made averting anger and frustration an art form.
"I think, what Remus meant to say, was that we're done punching each other and pretending the other doesn't exist and whathaveyou." They'd sorted all of that out after that one night that they'd only vaguely talked about. "Your beach hols will resume, but they'll be less like a telly soap."