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[metamorphette]

Sometimes, Tonks has found, it's easier to keep yourself to yourself; sometimes, it's just easier if you stay away from it all, keep entirely out of all the nonsense and mess happening around you, and let the world go on without you. Sometimes that's the safest plan

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[dracoslytherin]

Draco strides into the kitchen and looks at the mess with some distaste. Then he glances up at Tonks and again looks less than impressed.

[metamorphette]

"Care for a bite?" she says, holding out the plate - perfectly aware of what Draco's opinion of her, and the mess, is, and, really, perfectly content with that opinion.

[dracoslytherin]

"No...," he says coldly. "Just what do you think you are doing?"

[metamorphette]

"Having lunch," she says, as though it should be obvious. "Eating a sandwich. ... It's ham and cheese. ...With a bit of tomato."

[sugarsyrup]

Miz Deliverance eyes the carnage with something like amusement. The kitchen has, for the most part, been spotless since she began using it, after all. "Well, well. I'm almost tempted to call this an accomplishment."

[metamorphette]

She takes a companiable bite of her sandwich, grinning sheepishly around it at Miz Deliverance. "I'll clean it up," through the mouthful of food, "later. I've just never been much good at cleaning as I go."

[sugarsyrup]

Deliverance just shakes her head and smiles. "I was going to have to clear a work space anyway," she says, beginning to tidy things away. "You should have waited a little longer. I have more venison to get rid of than you'd believe."

[metamorphette]

Tonks grimaces, but hides it quickly, schooling her face into an expression of bland interest. "I don't really care for venison," she deadpans. "Sorry about the mess, though. I really will tidy up, honest..."

[it_took_five]

"What's this?"

[metamorphette]

"Lunch, of course," she says, indicating the plate on her knee. "Got a bit hungry, made myself a sandwich. Would y'like some? I left the bread out, I think, and... and most everything else, too."

[it_took_five]

"It looks more like a war zone." He wanders to the bread, shaking his head, and starts making his own sandwich.

[metamorphette]

"Meat and cheese are just there," she says cheerfully, pointing them out. "Oh - those, I really should've put away, shouldn't I? Perishable, and all that-- a war zone? Oh, hardly. This is quite neat for me, really..."