Perhaps she was right. But still, considering how sick TOnks was on top of his close proximity to her, he was playing roulette with a fully loaded gun by this point. So why hadn't he gotten sick? It seemed so unlikely.
Remus grew silent, watching Tonks shorten her hair. It was strange to see her with something not of the coloured variety, but still -- Remus supposed one didn't want to make that much effort when one was sick.
"So long as it's chocolate," Remus said with a grin, "The cake can be as large or as small as you need it to be. And to be quite honest, that sounds like the perfect group of people to invite. I'm sure a few of the other Professors might rather like an invitation as well. Hell, it may even be a bright spot following weeks of illness." He turned an appraising eye on her. "Honestly... are you feeling any better yet, Dora? Or are you going to tell me that you are so I don't keep on worrying?"