"What, and more slobber?" he bantered as he picked himself off the grass, brushing off the green blades from his chest and bum. "No thanks! I've got..."

Remus walked over, staring at the basket sitting out. "Oh, see, I brought a bottle of wine and two glasses. It was for dessert, but I suppose it'll have to do for lunch."

With the adrenaline wearing off, exhaustion began to slow Remus' limbs again. He wondered if he could take a nap soon...