"That sounds wonderful, Ma," Remus says, smile on his face. "I’ll get that set up." He takes the frame carefully from Harry, kissing him on the top of his head as he goes, then turns to press a kiss on Sirius’ cheek. Sirius barely refrains from turning his head and capturing Remus’ lips with his; it wouldn’t be appropriate, in present company, at least not the type of kiss Sirius wants. 