[ Kate sighs heavily, as if the world is a cruel and unfair place designed specifically to thwart her good intentions. ] My peptalks never work. [ She leans her forehead against Remus's shoulder for a minute and then picks it up sharply to turn and look at Sirius, eyes wide and then wider, brows arched and lips tugged further and further off-center, laughing. ]

Did you just-- oh my god. You should never be his wingman. Or anybody's wingman. Ever. Like is there literally anything less attractive than talking about impregnation? Now it's just weird. I'm not drunk enough for this amount of weird.

[ Sorry Remus, your bro has failed you because Kate hops off his lap, steadying herself on the arm of the couch and his knee before she heads for the bar. She might give Sirius's head another shove on her way, just for good measure. ]