"Oh, no, Mrs. Weasley. You told me you were an expert goat milker. No going back now. We'll have a pen for the chickens and the goat."
He wrapped his arms around her waist and peered over her shoulder into the pan. This time wasn't for show. "We're going to be alright," he said, pressing his lips to her temple. "And I'll only eat the goat if I get desperate," he said half-heartedly. He didn't like knowing exactly what was happening to him. The full moon must be close. That would also account for his jumpiness the last few days, he supposed. He should owl Remus, check on him. Especially if he hadn't come to his senses and gone back to Tonks yet.