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*In the doorway, Crowley and a small blonde woman appear. She's holding tightly to his hand, but as soon as she's taken a seat in a booth he bows his head slightly, grinning, and heads to the bar. She watches him, chewing her lip thoughtfully*

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*she looks interested*

Yeah?

*he looks smug*

Aziraphael suggested that I couldn't play the part of a gentleman for a day.

Oh, really?

*Tonks looks around, and for the first time notes the presence of the angel, in feminine form*

Ah! I see. And did you prove her wrong?

Enough to win the bottle of wine she wagered against it.

Well done, you.

And, well. You got to look at her all day, too.

*Tonks grins*

I'd be lying if I said it wasn't a perk, yes...

*she smirks*

And I have to say I prefer the bonnet-less version.

What can I say? I never thought bonnets were the most appealing invention.

Sunny wanders over, mouth covered in chocolate, and clings to Tonks' leg. Mumbles something against it.

Is, obviously, very sleepy.

*Tonks grins at Crowley and starts to reply when Sunny tugs on her leg*

Well, there you are, sweet pea.

*Tonks leans down and scoops Sunny up, situating the baby on her lap and kissing her cheek*

And where on earth did you get chocolate?

*she takes a napkin from the table and wipes away the excess*

In response, Sunny points at Crowley. "Love demo'."

*Crowley doesn't look any less horrified than the first time she said it*

*Tonks can't help but crack up at the expression on his face*

Oh, really? Well, that was very nice of him, wasn't it?

Just mind you don't give her too much, Crowley, or else she'll be climbing the walls.

"Good demo'," Sunny agrees.

*he sniffs*

Want to teach that one to mind her language...

Oh, I dunno...I think she's doing brilliantly.

*she winks at Crowley and kisses the top of Sunny's head*

Aren't you, lovely? You're learning lots of new words. Pretty soon we'll be able to have, y'know, actual conversations.

"Yes!" She beams at the thought before yawning and nuzzling her head into Dora's shoulder.

Well I can see I'm going to have to have some input here, or next thing she'll be telling Satan she thinks he's cuddly.

*Tonks gently rubs Sunny's back as she starts to doze*

Well, yes, we'd certainly want to put a damper on that. But I'm glad she sees you as one of the people in the bar she can trust. Just in case you're here, and Bernard and I aren't, and something happens.

Well. I mean, yeah, I 'spose...

*he gestures vaguely. Poor Crowley. Somebody save him from the awkward*

*Tonks snickers*

You don't have to say it.

Who? Me? Say what? I don't know what you're talkig about.

No, neither do I. Haven't the foggiest.

*still grinning, she shifts Sunny slightly so as to reach for her teacup*

*Crowley is alarmed to find that he nearly offers to take the Beaver Baby so that Tonks can have her tea*

*Tonks manages to free one arm and takes a sip*

Thanks, by the way.