"Good stuff you can't hunt up here," he scoffed. "Like cow?"
"Don't bring it up with me, then. I don't like wizarding politics and the games they play. When I find out in passing or from Charlie is more than enough information from me. Considering I only usually have anything to do with that part of the world when he's about it works fine for me. My job and my life is out here, Tonks. I live near muggles. I work with muggles. I will go to war and one day die with muggles. That is my life." He was ready for that bit of conversation to be done with. Bloody hell, she really had that lecturing bit of being a mother down, didn't she?
"They run out of enough dark wizards to chase that they've demoted you lot to 'bodyguard'? It's not like a department head's a bloody embassy or summat. Bit over trained to sit about stopping assassination attempts, aren't you? I'd think they'd put it Hit Wizards or even higher ranking, more experienced Law Enforcement on it, not Aurors." Bas shrugged off her sexist comment, completely nonplussed. "Didn't say that, duck. You can't worry about him in such a melodramatic way without people assuming you are." He was pretty sure they weren't given Charlie's stance in that owl not too long ago about how that was not a path he'd be daft enough to walk down again.
"We're walking to it. What, you think we tucked it in nice and cosy right next to the fucking house?" He shook his head. "Just because you think something's stupidity doesn't mean it is." They had at least another ten minutes picking their way through the woods before they got to Charlie's coffin, of all bloody things to stash.