Author's Note: I'm well aware that the rabbit doesn't actually say this in the actual books. But...I took creative license. Sorry.

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It was a breakfast on a very normal Tuesday that something odd – at least to Remus – took place. He had recently bought a pocket watch at an old Muggle store in London, and had decided to actually put it to use that day. So it was there in his coat pocket when he plodded down the stairs to the kitchen, where Tonks was already sitting at the table, apparently having a fight with her scrambled eggs.

She looked up when he entered the room and retreated from the battle for long enough to cross to the stove and put eggs and sausage on a different plate and cross back to the table and set down the plate in front of Remus. Then she resumed the struggle. Remus wished her a good morning and thanked her for the breakfast. All he heard from Tonks in reply was a garbled something about how it wasn’t a good morning because her eggs hated her. At least that’s what it sounded like to Remus. But then, they had been married for four years then, and he had long since realized that speaking to her until breakfast was actually over was basically useless.

So he began to eat. Remus ate slowly and methodically – two bites of eggs, one bite of sausage, two bites of eggs, one bite of sausage. He chewed each bite thirty to forty times and always stopped eating when he was full. Tonks spilled something on herself at each meal, ate quickly and with no pattern whatsoever, and it was usually half an hour after she had cleaned the plate and gone back for seconds that she ever mentioned anything about how she “shouldn’t have eaten that last bite.” It was things like this – their not-so-subtle differences – that made Remus truly admire her.

She had won the War of the Eggs, apparently, and had moved on to her own sausage when Remus curiously pulled out the watch from his pocket. Tonks looked up at him as he checked the time and returned it to his coat.

“Are you late, are you late for a very important date?” Tonks asked with sausage still in her mouth.

The hand that was holding Remus’ fork stopped halfway to his mouth. “Excuse me?”

Tonks swallowed, and smiled. “I said, ‘Are you late, are you late for a very important date?’”

Remus blinked. “I didn’t know you knew Carroll.”

Tonks took a swig of her tea. “I know enough of him to know the man was an opium addict and right bloody crazy. But, you know, that was always my favourite book as a child. Mum used to read it to me.”

“Your mother used to read Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland to you?!”

Tonks nodded. “And Through the Looking Glass. ” She laughed at the admonishing look on her husband’s face. “She may have been disowned, but she was still a Black, you know. Just as odd as Sirius was, just as neurotic as Narcissa…extremely less crazy than Bellatrix, though. And not nearly as dumb as Regulus.”

Remus finally cleaned the egg from his fork. “Thank heavens for that.”

They were quiet for a moment until, “I just can’t believe you know Carroll.”

“You’re not the only one who can allude to literature, Professor Lupin.” And with that, Tonks kicked his leg under the table.