Remus really couldn't identify what was in front of him, except that it was on a plate and it was orange with bits of yellow and white. He really wondered how in the world can one make something like an egg orange. Actually, he really didn't want to know. Sirius sat right across from him, a huge grin plastered all over his handsome face. Remus really didn't know what to think.

"Well, are you going to eat it, or what?" Sirius demanded while putting his hands under his chin.

/What/? Remus shrugged, poking at the egg with his fork. It felt rather rubbery and the thought of that nearly made his stomach turn.

"Well?" Sirius insisted.

"Oh, yes, I will eat this. Of course I will." /But, not until I can find a spell that prevents me from vomiting/. "I'm just wondering how you made this egg platter. I mean, it's orange. How did you manage that?"

"Oh, I don't know," Sirius answered with a shrug. "I just mixed up the eggs with some nutmeg, thyme and some other spices that I could find." He frowned. "I think I put some orange juice in there too. That might explain it's colour."

The very thought of what Sirius put in the eggs made Remus want to throw up right then and there, but he honestly didn't want to hurt his longtime friend and lover's feelings. He knew it wasn't fair to expect Sirius to be a perfect cook, especially after thirteen years in Azkabahn. However, Remus still felt nauseous, but tried to maintain a very cheerful demeanor as he picked up the fork and took a mouthful of the orange nightmare in front of him.

He stiffened, the egg felt like shoe leather in his mouth and it tasted like that very same leather had just stepped on dog shit. Remus felt his eyes water, but he chewed, just for his darling Sirius.

"Is it tasty, precious?" Sirius asked, his eyes bright with eagerness.

Remus swallowed, feeling his stomach lurch. But, he smiled and said, "Yes, quite tasty," before getting up and running for the nearest toilet.