Tonks has no opinion either way about what Remus orders to drink. Well, that's not entirely true. She leans in, elbows on the tabletop and chin in flat palms as she listens, because she's entirely too curious as to whether American...pubs? Pubs... have similar drinks as English ones. But that's all it is.

Not that she won't try to loosen him up anyway, but alcohol is unnecessary.

The waiter doesn't react much to the order except to nod and look over to Tonks for her order.

"Do you have a cider?" She's not quite able to hide her enthusiasm when he says that they do. "One of those, please? We'll start a tab, yeah?"

Hands still in her palms, she smiles over at Remus and lifts her eyebrows. "I'm starting to wonder if this isn't a dream, honestly."

Which means..."You have questions, I'd wager. I have questions."