It took no time at all to get a bowl for herself and some water for both of them. Tonks managed to balance all three things (gasp!) and carry them back into the room to rest the things on the coffee table. She couldn't help but smile as she looked down to him, sitting on their shared bed, shoes off, getting comfortable. How in the world had they ever gone without this? It seemed too naturally a part of their lives now.
She settled down onto the edge of the folding bed next to him and smiled, "I guess the stew is edible then, huh? I took a few tips from a muggle recipe book. They're actually surprisingly easy and don't involve the use of a wand at all!" Tonks admitted proudly, having cooked a whole meal without a touch of magic and it's come out rather good. She reached over and scooped up her own bowl, tasting it's contents with a blink. "...Damn. That... it's good. Who knew." She seemed as shocked as anyone about the fact that she managed to put together something actually good in the kitchen.
"So...you want to talk to me about it, or we gonna pretend the moon didn't happen at all?" Tonks asked flatly. She had actually not told him about the hell of Friday night, so she knew she had no right to beg him to talk to her about the following evening either. Still, she asked, her eyes worried and a touch more serious.