Rose knew that sooner or later, he'd want to poke about. It's what he did, making things better, The Doctor, no matter which universe he happened to be in. He had to fix whatever was wrong. It just was his thing. "Is it the same amount lost every time?" She asked curiously studying the flat. She may not have had military training per say, but she could count and utilize pretty much five exits if absolutely needed and noticed the cat flap, like one she used to have at the Powell Estate in her original universe. She shook her head lightly rubbing her temples. It didn't do much to think of those times. It gave her a bit of a headache truth to tell. Honestly if she hadn't lived it, she would have thought it all bonkers. But she absolutely adored doing this. Figuring what was wrong and getting to the bottom of it. And if by the end of it they ran for their lives, all the better. She missed the frantic running for her life once Jonathan started to do the domestics...horribly at first. They still ran but not frantically for their lives like they used to. And there she went again. She fought off a sigh still keeping her pleasant smile.
"Oh yes. Four stone every evening, I wake up and I weigh myself."
"Wake up?" 
"Yes, I thought I heard something opening one day, so I installed this security system. It rings every morning at four on the dot. Figure, might as well since I'm awake."
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Remus stood up and stumbled as he caught the book he was placing back on the bookshelf thinking about her offer to go out and stretch his legs. It was late enough that the muggles would either be at home themselves or going to dinner much like Hermione had said. "No, I don't have work to do." He answered honestly after a moments pause. The fact that she would consider his advice on teaching was fair enough, as she had seen just as much death and destruction as he had, and probably wouldn't be able to do so for quite some time. But he was used to dark times, and had gone back to teaching as a fall back when the depression of both his wife and his son's deaths got too bad to be left alone so had offered his services to the ministry and got a few private students to tutor and that helped him solidify. The comforting smell of the books and ink furthered his comfort letting the suddenness of the question ease away. And stretching his legs would be nice on a fine night like this. He also did some automatic calculations in his head, having that other part of him being tied to the full moon, he could count the days in a month to predict with clarity when the next full moon phase would hit. He had a few weeks yet to worry about it. "Yes. Dinner sounds perfect." He says opening the library doors for her to exit out of.