"Don't be cheeky," he said, laughing and slapping away her hand. "Yes, please talk to him. I'll lift dinner."
As he turned back to the stove, he suddenly remembered something else.
"Tonks, wait," he called. "There's something else. He's been on about getting a pet lately. I told him it really wasn't possible but he's been quite adamant about it. He asked me to talk about it with you but I said that a puppy wasn't going to happen and we might be able to negotiate on a Puffskein or some sort of reptile. Just a warning, in case he brings it up. It's been another point on contention."