Remus slowly counted the coins lying on the table, sliding them slowly toward the middle of the table. Sirius attempted to flip a single Knut between his knuckles while sitting across from him and occasionally bumping Remus's ankle with his foot.

"I've got four sickles, Sirius," Remus said finally, checking his pockets one last time.

Sirius grinned, slapping the copper coin back onto the table.

"Marry me, Moony," he said with a wink. "We'll have a whole seven Sickles and four Knuts."

Remus stared at him for a moment and then said, "Sirius, I'm not sure if that was supposed to be dirty or not."

Sirius grinned.

"Guess."