Tonks watched him devour the stew faster than she thought she'd seen him ever eat in his life. He had an appetite and LIKED the food. It was progress on all fronts. She smiled, half amused at the way he was packing it away. She took just a few bites of her own, but she wasn't nearly so raving hungry as he was. She'd also been picking at it most of the afternoon, trying to get it exactly right.
"You want some more of that? Bloody hell, I don't know where you PUT it all." Tonks looked him up and down, his form even a bit more thin and lanky than her own, and that was hard to do! If she could get him to put on a bit of weight, she'd consider it a personal success. The thought of him with a little pudge at his stomach, just a touch of weight to soften those lines, it made her smile and blush all at the same time. He'd be so damn cute. She stood up and, without permission, went to the kitchen to get him a second helping.
At the news about the deer, her brows lofted. She returned with food, actually looking a bit impressed. "A deer? Damn. That's good meat, venison at least. Next time, get a buck. Bring back the rack. My dad had one growing up. He was damn proud of that thing." Apparently, in her eyes, it was an accomplishment that he could run down and out strengthen another animal. It wasn't human, and deer had always been a traditionally hunted animal, so what was the issue?
Tonks chuckled, looking up to one of her slightly bare walls. "We could mount it. Dad would be proud. And we'd get some looks when the Order members come to visit. It'd be bloody hilarious." She offered with a wider grin.