Remus chuckled out a little laugh, meeting Sirius' eye as he wrapped the scarf around his neck.<br/>"Sure," he breathed, his voice still resonating so much with the laugh that it was impossible for him to sound bothered by it; after all, money had lost its meaning in a war.<br/>Remus reached out for his muggle jacket, pulling it on and immediately stuffing his hands in its pockets; in the left pocket, Remus was able to pull out a couple of wrinkly 20 pound notes.<br/>Taking a step forward, Remus caught Sirius' hand with his left, shoving the paper into the other's hand. There still was a grin around his face as he continued. "My treat, but only if you pick out the bloody best tree of the bunch."