In which evidence is presented that Tonks needs a job - aka, she has too much time on her hands [Text to Andromeda] Wotcher, mum! Let's have lunch.
[Text to Remus] Hey, we should meet up for our Serious Discussion.
[Text to Teddy Jr.] Hey Sprog-lite. I have a question for you - What's brown and sticky?
[Text to Teddy Sr.] Okay, okay! Wotcher, Teddy? Okay! What has a bottom at the top?
[Text to John Watson] No mysterious 'I have your kid' announcements this time. Just wanted to know if you checked out those books. Aren't they the best?
[Text to Sirius the Prude] Oy! So I find out you're not a psychotic murderer and then you pretend I don't exist? You need to make this up to me.