They bantered back and forth as Sirius cooked, and the warmth from the stove made its way into Remus’ chest, as he let the last few months drop away, the stress of the war and the terror in the werewolf packs, and the secrecy and whispers of a traitor in their midst. None of that mattered, not while Padfoot was handing him a plate of Euphemia Potter’s curry and sitting across from him, trading teasing remarks.