Impose would hardly be the word. The fridge was kept well-stocked at all times, before this event, and the stores of food in the mansion were far greater than he and Scott had use for.

Charles' turned to head to the kitchen, eyes wide in surprise at the thoughts and memories floating about in Remus' head. They were filled with terror and fear and he missed his step, stopping in front of Remus half-way to the kitchen before forcing himself to keep going. They were the images of nightmare thoughts in waking memories.

"I'll- I'll put the kettle on."

He hand to balance on the balls of his feet to reach the kettle. moving it forward from the back and turning the stove on.

"We have plenty of food, really. It's no trouble."