Obedient only because she suspected that Remus was going to the kitchen, Tonks remained on the floor, pulling the quilt all the way around her shoulders to keep the warmth in until he returned.
Yawning, Tonks plucked her own wand from the pocket in her over-sized jumper.
"Accio Remus' wand," she commanded, and the beech wand flew to her hand from the bedroom, sturdy and lean as her husband was. Narrowing her eyes at the bounty Remus had recovered from the kitchen, she grinned. "What're you going to give me for it?"