"You aren't a lightweight. I wouldn't even be able to smell four firewhiskys without being on the floor. And you even managed to walk home and go shopping and very nearly made it in the front door." She played with his hair, moving her fingers through it as he rested his head in her lap. "I had a nice night. I almost made it through the mending pile." There were spells, of course, but she liked sewing, especially mindless sewing of a mending nature that didn't require much effort.
"I don't want you and Sirius to think you have to include me in everything just because we're married." She tried to keep a balance between spending time with the both of them, and letting the two of them have their alone time. "You really should just convince him to give up that man flat of his. I don't like the thought of him being alone all the time." Sirius Black was just not meant to be by himself. He was too...well, he was too Sirius. "But...maybe next time. If only to show you what a true lightweight is and make you feel better about yourself." She leaned down and kissed his cheek.