"You didn't hear it from me," Kingsley said, pretty sure he'd just broken a sacred Auror rule: What happens in the break room, stays in the break room. "Glad I could set your mind at ease, then." She looked gorgeous when she smiled; it was one of his favorite things, making her grin like that.
This was a terrible, horrible, no good idea, but he was helpless to stop it. They'd set the ball rolling, and would stay in motion until such a time as it was stopped. Metaphorically speaking, anyway. "Definitely," he agreed, though that was only half true. Right now, he was focusing on the positive. "I think you know the answer to that, Rita."