Terrence was in a brilliant mood, too. Even when he'd been happy out in the woods with her, on the run, there had still been things hanging over his head; the general population under the potion, the Dark Lord still in charge. All of that was gone. Even if the Ministry in England turned to shite, they were living in Ireland now, beyond anyone's reach. And he'd be one of the first to know if the Ministry was going to shite again, now that he was working there. He was also never eating or drinking there, not even water, but that wasn't an uncommon practice now. He wasn't the only one who never wanted to be potioned again.
Here, now, he was truly, genuinely happy. He'd had a hilarious, ridiculous day with Katie, involving crab races and Quidditch innuendo, and Ella was home. He rested his head against the back of the couch and reached up to tangle his hands in her hair as he kissed her back, making a sound at the feeling of her fangs. Nngh. He didn't know that her partial transformation into a vampire had taken away her other abilities, but he was definitely not complaining about those fangs.
Then he burst out laughing, far harder than he probably would have at the joke. It was ten times funnier to him because he'd had the exact same reaction when he'd first seen the crate.
"Katie got them in Mexico," he said with a wide grin that verged on an amused smirk. "And she gave them to me." Yes, it was just as funny as the first time he'd said it. "I hear they're damn hard to get rid of, so I decided to just give them names and keep them as pets."