I'd been wanting to tell her for so long, and the right opportunity had, to that point, been rather elusive. Going away on that assignment -- it was the first of my information gathering missions to the other werewolves -- I just felt that if anything happened... I couldn't bear it if she'd never known.

I hoped, and hoped... and hoped that I'd return to hear her return my words, even though I was fully aware she might box my ears for leaving her like that, but I couldn't be sure.

I am, Mrs Tater, quite shocked at your suggestion that I'd let perfectly good beans go to waste, of course, I greeted Tonks properly when she returned from the pantry, and promptly sat her down to eat. Beans are very good for energy levels, you know...