Remus nodded, still unmoving. "Ah, um. Really. A job. You're going to be cooking my food. Our food. Everyone in the Manor's food. Oh, um."

He blinked. "Didn't know, ah, that you cooked. Silly me. Potions Master is now a chef."

Remus put a hand over his face, and breathed, and calmed down. "Right. Well. No choice. I'll accept that, but you'll have to tell me the full story later. I'd prefer it if you didn't kill me in my sleep, you know. Anyway. Story accepted." He took another long breath, and smelled everything - food, Snape - distinctly. "Do you have- do you have anything for me to eat, then?"