Remus was barely settled in the chair when Black pushed back the bag, making Remus’ eyes dip. A smile ghosted at the corner of his mouth, barely there for an instance, but a quiet acknowledgement that Black hadn’t interpreted both pastries as his for the taking.<br/>It didn’t particularly prepare Remus for the follow up question. Frankly, he felt like his dissertation still belonged somewhere in a different plane of existence.<br/>“Right now?” he fumbled, a smile once again pulling at his lips, as he leaned forward to accept the paper bag. He lifted it to an eye level, leaning back in his chair. “This.”<br/>Fishing out the napkins, he tossed them in Black’s direction, before using the bag itself as a wrapper for the scone, knowing paperwork was in his near future.<br/>Remus’ eyes flickered between the bag and Black, looking down when he asked. “You?”