Lee was not a shopper. Well he was, if it was something like gadgets, or fun things. But with clothes, Lee shopped like a bloke. He had three criteria: 1. Is it too big or small? 2. Does it Itch? 3. Is it Orange, Flamingo Pink, or covered in lace?
If the answer to all three was "no", then he bought it, and was done.
Since he and Charlie's little run-in with Snatchers though, the Order had suggested, again, that Lee shouldn't be out and about on his own. So he was trying to keep to that.
Today, that meant he was hanging about with Tonks. Which Lee didn't usually mind anyway - pregnant or no, she was both fit and fun. But she was going shopping for new, preggers-friendly clothes.
Lee was not actually an expert on women, despite his claims to the contrary. But he was pretty sure going with a woman to buy clothes because she was too fat for hr old ones was doomed to be a disaster. What did you say when they asked if their arse looked fat? Lie? They'd KNOW.
Lee suspected that Toks asking him along was Lupin's fault, somehow, and that Lee was being punished for something he'd done back when Lupin was a Professor. He wasn't sure WHAT, but he must have done something.
Still, he was going to man up, bite the bullet, take one for the team - all of that. And if Tonks tried to punch him, there'd probably be lots of chubby pregnant birds about that he could hide behind.
Lee followed her into the shop, looking around curiously. There was loads of stuff with PRINTS on it. Like big, busy prints. Lee thought that any bird who wore them would end up looking like his grandmother's curtains.
He was wise enough to not plan to say that out loud. "They make a lot of clothes for pregnant ladies," he commented to Tonks. "There must be loads of people getting lucky around here."