Disclaimer: I do not own the Marauders, nor the crappy computer I'm writing this on. -Franki
"Moony?," asked Sirius from his perch by the window. The two teens sat in James' room, both dressed in Muggle clothing and waiting for James to come back so that they could go down to the nearby Muggle village.
Remus looked up from his book, brushing a lock of golden brown hair from his caramel-colored eyes. "Yes, Padfoot?"
Sirius found himself smiling innocently, his bright blue eyes closed and shaped like small U's. "How are babies made?"
Remus froze, looking at his best friend in surprise. "What?"
"You heard me."
"Yes, but you already know how babies are made. You've done it yourself!"
"Yeah...So?"
"So why are you asking if you already know?"
"'Cuz I felt like it, duh!"
"...Sirius," said Remus, growing very annoyed.
"Alright...Would you believe me if I said that I wanted to explain it to Regulus?," asked Sirius innocently, his lips curling in a smirk.
"..."
"..."
"No."
"Aww, Moony! Come on, or else I'll start singing the song!"
Remus' eyes widened. 'Not the song!,' his brain screamed. His eyes narrowed, and he snarled, "Do it and you're dead."
"Moooooony, the big g-," Sirius started, and Remus snarled, sighing.
"All right, all right! When a man and a woman love each other very much..."
"Or are just plain horny."
"Quiet, you. Ahem...When a man and a woman love each other very much...They have a baby. Fin."
Sirius pouted. "You're no fun."
"Fun is your thing. My job is to be smart, cynical, and to ignore you and James."
"Who's cynical?," asked James as he entered the room, rubbing his hair dry with a fluffy white towel.
"Moony is! Moony is! ...Hey, Moony?"
"Yes, Sirius?"
"What does cynical mean?"