Daphne gave him a kind smile. She really liked living her, in all honesty, and the thought that she'd someday have to leave was starting to not sit well. "Yes, things are different now," she said simply, knowing that even when she did need to leave, she still had her flat to go back to.
"See, the difference is that they'll be HIS children. I'll be able to play with them, spoil them rotten, and then RETURN them. Therein lies the wonder of being a grandparent, I imagine." She was chuckling heartily not, fully enjoying the burn of her drink against her throat.
Daphne found she couldn't stop laughing. "Hmm...do you think they'd be blonde like me?" she wondered aloud. No harm in hypothesizing, after all. It was never going to actually happen.
Her eyes flicked upwards at the sound of the thump briefly, before settling back on her husband. "Anthony says he'll be fine. Eyes are fragile and can't be fixed with magic, so as long as he leaves them alone his eyesight will be good as new. The eyepatch is just to help him leave it alone and keep anything bad out of it, I guess."