Tonks finished with Remus in a less than stellar fashion. After a brief word with Aberforth, partially about keeping it down and partially about him checking in on how she was doing, she went back to her drink and spot at the table. He finally brought out a greasy concoction she learned about at a Weird Sisters concert. It was Canadian, actually, but of course something Aberforth would serve -- Poutine. French fries covered in cheese curds and gravy, it was horribly unhealthy and greasy and exactly what her uncertain stomach craved at the moment.
So she was only now just digging into the massive pile of grease, most of the tears having stopped though her cheek was still streaked with their stains. She blinked to him and tried to put on a more earnest smile. No one else had to know that everything was falling apart at the seems, least of all darling, sweet Fred who was as much of a younger brother to her as anything. She'd have preferred more time to gather herself but she couldn't exactly ignore him so, after a momentarily shaken breath, she waved back.
"Wotcher, Fred. Got some food if yer hungry. It's Canadian!" She gave a proud little smile at the strange dish on which she was munching. Sadly, her smile didn't quite reach her eyes. Even her hair was that mousy brown which she couldn't fight off her change when she was in a mood like this.