Oh? [Remus looks surprised; he wasn't expecting a gift. Usually when he has a visitor it's either James or Sirius, and all they tend to bring is flatulence and mischief. But he takes the little paper bag with a grateful nod.]

Thank you. Really, you didn't have to do this. I'm sure it's good. [He gives her a smile, and crosses over to his desk, where he's got an iron kettle set on a stone slab. His wand sits neglected on his bedside table, because it's not really of much use to him here, but instead he simply holds out a palm and focuses, just for a moment, before there are flames licking the underside of the kettle.

Remus turns, shrugging.]

Magic here's way more effort than at home, but I've picked it up easily enough.