"Indeed," Sirius agreed, doodling a little bit over her shoulder, his fingers drawing light, random shapes. "Got himself blown off dear old mum's tapestry for it, but I think he always hated her anyway. Better that way, really." His Uncle had been one of the only decent people to ever have been spawned by the bloody fucking Blacks.
He laughed a little despite himself, liking the way Dorcas lit up over the idea, and really, how could anyone not enjoy the idea of hammocks, hired help, and hedonism? "We definitely have to shag in a hammock," he murmured, wondering if they could do that without flipping the thing. "Now that's something I've never done."