"Uh huh," said Katie, clearly not convinced. She didn't know who Vaine thought he was fooling. They both knew that he let Twitty rule him with her little house elf iron fist. It was exceedingly annoying. It wasn't even that Katie disliked the nanny elf, she didn't, she was just bloody tired of being told how to live and how to raise her children. Advice now and then was appreciated, but she hated being ordered about and sighed at!
Pushing the thoughts aside, Katie focused on food. "Can I have dessert first?" she asked, bouncing on her toes. "How many desserts am I allowed?"