Lily smiled as Harry and Remus approached. "Two of my favorite men," she replied playfully. "What more could a girl ask for?" Well, she could ask for James, as selfish as that made her, and she did hope on a nightly basis that he showed up.
"Suppose I'm as ready as you are," she replied to Remus before glancing over to Harry.
"Remus, Harry. Harry, Remus," she 'introduced' them, completely with hand gestures, if only not to feel completely useless in their interaction ... though it was nice to see Harry taking Remus' presence so easily. Even if Remus didn't - couldn't - remember Harry as a teenager, or recall teaching him.
Thoughts of teaching brought to mind Severus, though she resolutely shoved those thoughts away. She'd been so good with the 'not thinking about him' thing for so long ... why was it all waking up now?