Often, Tonks forgets how much she tends to stare at people. Most people fascinate her to some degree or another, and Remus particularly does. Not only because she likes him (a silent fact admitted with a visible quirk of a smile) but because it's fascinating to see what quirks of his own start at a younger age and what came after.

After thanking the waiter and taking a drink, with a delighted "That's good!" somewhere in there, Tonks leans in again, hand back on her palm. "I was having a bit of a bad day, really. And a friend -- who has a habit of knicking a thing or three -- gave me a bauble that he didn't think had any value." She digs in her pocket and produces the bedknob, placing it in between them.

"I put it on the bedpost, because it's a silly thought and cheered me up a wee, gave a twist and asked to be taken somewhere fun with a friend." She shrugs then, flashing a wry smile. "The bedknob chose here. And you. I might have been a little pointed about the friend in question."

The why's of those two facts are a bit beyond her. She has theories -- the here is a time and place that neither she nor Remus have a connection to. And though history says there are things brewing, it's a far cry from their own brewing events. The you part..she has less theories about that. But is willing to run with it. And poke at the you in question.

"But why a younger version of you? That's the question. Maybe so I can josh you about being older now." She says with a teasing smirk.