Tonks grabbed the two coffees from the counter and went to grab a table in the cafe. She would order food in a minute when Charlie came.

"Hi, Tonks!"

And there he was. She should have known, really. Charlie, as oblivious and involved in things he could be, always kept appointments and was always on time. Which was nice.

"Charlie!"

They exchanged hugs and somehow, he still smelt of something that was faintly burnt despite being in England for several days now and almost definitely had had multiple. Apparently, you couldn't get rid of the smell of constantly being surrounded by fire and smoke that easily. Which was hilarious.

What was also hilarious was Charlie trying to sit in the cafe's chairs. Tonks hadn't realised it when she sat down but they were kind of small. Done in that fancy Parisian Cafe style. Which meant Charlie, with his muscular bulk and generally stocky build, didn't look exactly natural sitting in one.

"Not a word," he warned as she put a hand to her mouth.

"Wouldn't dream of it."

Which was a lie and they both knew it. Charlie shook his head in exasperation.

"So, Tonks. I can still call you that, right?" He asked, settling down into the seat opposite her. "Oh, thanks," he said to the waitress as she handed him a menu.

The brunette giggled and twirled the end of her ponytail around her fingers. Huh, Tonks didn't think that people did that put of films. Eh, people could do what they wanted. It was no skin off her nose though you would think that the assumption would be that she and Charlie were on a date. Not that Charlie seemed to be too interested in the girl. Then again, he always was the oblivious one. The number of girls he had after him in Hogwarts...

"So, Tonks?" Charlie asked as they both placed their orders of scrambled eggs, fried bread and bacon.

Thoroughly unhealthy but, hey, you only live once. And who would not get bacon when it was offered? You know, except vegetarians and vegans. Okay, maybe a fair amount of people wouldn't get bacon.

"Yes?"

"Can I still call you that?"

Tonks gave her friend a puzzled look.

"Call me what? My name?"

Had he bashed his head on something recently on something? Was all the wedding planning making him crazy (that was why she was avoiding the Burrow, after all)?

"Your surname," he corrected.

Which didn't really clear up anything for her. Her surname was still part of her name, after all.

"Yes?" she prompted, unsure if she wanted him to explain further or not.

"Well, you aren't a Tonks anymore," he said matter-of-factly. "You're a Lupin now."

She couldn't help but grin at that. Yep, she was a Lupin. And she was proud of it. She couldn't wait until she had to sign her name somewhere. It was going to be awesome.

The arrival of food interrupted them; identical plates placed in front of them. Oh, they did their bacon perfectly crispy.

Of course, as usual, Charlie did his treasonous thing and added both brown and red sauce to his bacon buttie. Brown sauce was bad enough but add red sauce to that as well? Sacrilege. Bacon butties should only have red sauce. Drowned in it for best effect.

Tonks couldn't help but moan allowed as she took a bite out of hers. Oh, that was fantastic. And the stabled eggs were perfectly fluffy too. Oh, yes, she was definitely coming back to here.

"Don't even think about it," Tonks warned as Charlie picked up the brown sauce to put on his eggs.

"I always eat them like this," he complained, shaking her hand off.

"I know. It's disgusting."

"Tough then."

Tonks made a gagging noise as Charlie put an unholy amount of brown sauce on his eggs. He wouldn't be able to taste them with that lot on it. Charlie paid her no attention and dug in. Oh, how glad she was that she wasn't sorted into Gryffindor with him. She would have had to put up with that for six years.

"I think I'm just going to call you Lupin from now on." He said with a grin as he picked up his fork and put that horrendous mixture into his mouth.

"That's Mrs Lupin to you," she said with a sniff, lobbing her scrunched up napkin at him.

He dodged and before it could fall to the floor, he caught it. Seeker reflexes and all that. They both laughed.

The two of them really were ridiculous sometimes, weren't they? But it was nice. It was nice to hang around someone and it be easy. Hers and Charlie's friendship was so comfortable that there was absolutely nothing to stress over. Except his dubious condiment choices, of course.

"Seriously, though, are you still going to go by Tonks?" He asked after cramming the last of his now soggy bacon buttie into his mouth.

That made her pause in her demolishment of her own bacon buttie. What kind of question was that? Oh yeah. Married. Different surname now. A thrill went through her as she thought of the word 'married'. Still a ridiculous reaction but what have you? She never thought she would ever, ever be the kind of person to get married. At one point she was actually against it. But now... well, now she was married. And it wasn't because he was "the right person" for her to change her mind or whatever. Getting married just made sense for them. Wow, that was too deep. And definitely nothing to do with what Charlie was asking. What was he asking again? Oh yeah, names. Her names.

"I mean, it feels more like my name than my actual name," she said with a shrug, spearing some eggs into her mouth.

It really did. Everyone called her Tonks. Everyone. Everyone she worked with. All of her friends. She introduced herself like that. She didn't even respond to her full name except to tell someone off. So, yeah, she was much more familiar and comfortable with using Tonks as a first name. Going by anything else would just be wrong and really, really weird.

"It's not like I get a whole new identity when I got married. I'm still me, after all."

Charlie raised his hands up in defeat. "Alright, alright. It was just a question."

"And that's my answer."

It would be weird to change it just because she got married. She probably wouldn't even realise people were talking to her if she used anything other than Tonks and that would just be plain embarrassing. And a massive pain in the but to get used to. And she wouldn't be able to tell people off for her first name anymore of she went by it. Not that she would. No thank you. She still maintained her mother was high on pain killers when she named her.

"No one calls me by my first name except my parents and Remus anyway. Everyone calls me Tonks. Why change that?"

Charlie shrugged. "I don't know. I'm good with calling you whatever you want to be called. I just wanted to know if you wanted to change it."

"Tonks," she said firmly. "I want to be called Tonks."

"Tonks it is then."