Sirius is probably right. They're British, that's how they fix things: with lager. Remus sits down, unintentionally close to Sirius because he's very insecure about all the half-naked girls currently making eyes at both of them.
"So you...you've frequented this place before, yeah? Have you got, erm—a favorite?"
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"So you...you've frequented this place before, yeah? Have you got, erm—a favorite?"