If this is what they were doing 20 years from now, Tonks would consider her life a success. With the war, their less than safe missions, things just getting darker around the wizarding world and the Order's barely scraping by, she feared they wouldn't always be around twenty days or week from now, much less twenty years. It could be a pleasant dream that they'd both be sitting on a couch together, bellies full and eyes drowsy for the Christmas season when they were both old and gray.
"Yes... yes, it has...Come on, off with those things, I'll put the dishes in the sink, and we'll crawl in bed. If sleep happens, great, if other things... Well, great too." She teased softly, turning her head to kiss against his thigh before she reluctantly pushed herself up into sitting. She didn't want to do that. It wasn't nearly so warm as laying there against his thigh, half falling into sleep in the comfort of the moment.
A few more moments, and Tonks actually stood. She leaned down to scoop up both of their bowls and glasses, carrying them into the kitchen to run some water over them so nothing crusted dry. She hated doing dishes. She hated even more so scrubbing dishes. Once that was done, she stepped back out into the front room and began pulling off her sweats and comfortable shirt. They all went into her usual pile of clothes. Tonks was not one of the -neatest- individuals on the planet, that much was true.