Teddy emerges from the apartment not long after shop closes, two mugs of tea in hand and hair a tousled auburn falling over grey eyes. He would have been down sooner, had Meribelle been better about taking her nap today - and with a fond smile, he figures the occasional streak of stubbornness in their daughter comes from her very Weasley mother.
The metamorphmagus comes in behind Victoire, arms going around her to set down the mugs on the counter just as he leans in to kiss her cheek. "So I've been thinking," he murmurs with a teasing curve to his lips, "that our girl takes after you just a bit too much sometimes. Remind me: did you ever put up that much of a fight when it came to naptime as a wee thing?"