"No such thing as too pink," Sofía confirmed in English. She had always loved all sort of soft and girly colours. The knitting was about the same colour as the pyjamas she was wearing, so his choice was spot on, as far as she was concerned.
"I still don't think he's got over the fact that I can't play Quidditch," she remarked ruefully. No one was sure where her fear of heights had come from, it it had emerged at a young age.
Sofía settled herself in her favourite spot, coffee in one hand and finding the book she'd been reading with the other. "Liar," she teased. "You know you're in your element." He'd seemed so much happier since he'd taken the full-time role with the new charity and she was more than a little inclined to say that it suited him.