Curry. Tonks' stomach audibly growled at the thought of the spicy, meaty treat. It was a good thing, though, as the sound brought some actual blush to her cheeks and a slightly more earnest smile, even if the reaction was one of embarrassment. She cleared her throat and nodded curtly to him, "Well, yes. I suppose that... was a favourable response. Curry sounds wonderful, actually. And it might be... quiet there." Of course, not of muggles. Quiet of their sort, which meant oddly safe.
She watched for which way it was and then began to keep smooth, steady pace at his side, her arms still hugged in front of her, holding papers from the office that she planned to work on over lunch. She might not get the time now, but, keeping work with her was keeping a piece of sanity. Those papers and her job were pretty much what she had left in the world.