[Remus stares. Just stares. Straight ahead of him, face growing deeper red by the moment. A moment of calm before the storm. A storm of flying fists, most of which are not directed at Sirius' pretty face. Though, considering he's still clutching that spoon, the sauce has gotten everywhere by this point.]
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[Remus stares. Just stares. Straight ahead of him, face growing deeper red by the moment. A moment of calm before the storm. A storm of flying fists, most of which are not directed at Sirius' pretty face. Though, considering he's still clutching that spoon, the sauce has gotten everywhere by this point.]
INGRATE.