Fleur arched a perfectly shaped eyebrow and held her teacup between her steeped fingers. "No. I 'ave not, and I will not."
Giving her head a little nod, she added, "You can embroider zat and 'ang eet up on your wall."
Although things were considerably better between Molly and Fleur than they had been at first, Fleur still did not think that Molly would elect to spend time with her, let alone teach her a skill. Besides, Fleur wasn't sure she could stomach it. Molly probably stitched with Celestina Warbeck crooning all the while.
"I would prefer to continue with my photography," Fleur said, piercing her own cake with her fork but failing to eat it yet, "But zere are only so many times I can take photos of ze 'ouse, or ze beach, or even of my 'andsome 'usband. I theenk he is not so 'appy when I am always cleeck-cleeck-cleeck!" Fleur snapped a pretend camera in Tonks' direction, and all of a sudden her face took on a dreamy expression of an idea falling into place.
"You, 'owever," She placed her teacup down delicately, "You 'ave escaped my camera. 'Ow ees zis?"