Remus nodded at that as he chewed his bite, a quiet contemplation about him. Personally, Remus had every intention of working into the evening to make up for the lost hours before lunch, but Black was years ahead with his work, and had every good reason to take it easy on himself.<br/>“Yeah,” he mused, still feeling like he had yet to shift into gear. The scone did help, a rare treat he allowed himself on just this kind of afternoon.<br/>He took another bite, looking at Black as he chewed it.<br/>This was just like any other day at the library, except for all the ways that it wasn’t. It felt particularly off-set by the sight of Black eating the scone, feeling some sort of way knowing what cash had paid for it. Black must have known too, but Remus saw no issue in the other’s expression; Remus’ own didn’t waver, either.<br/>“I’m sure you can afford an easy afternoon,” he added, almost entirely disconnected from the conversation, by then.