She laughed, surprising herself with the sound, nearly covering her mouth, before letting the smile come through anyway. “Three, how old are the other two?” She asked, sincerely interested, it was nice to be able to talk to someone about something semi-normal.
At his offer to help, she flipped some hair over her shoulder and glanced at the small table, “you’re fine, you can sit if you’d prefer.” Hestia gestured, she knew her kitchen was small, even expanded as it was, and that it could feel rather claustrophobic for some.
As the coffee brewed she moved to her ice box, pulling out the crème, reaching above to pull down the dish of sugar and turned around, holding them both as she shrugged slightly, trying not to let the emotions play across her face.
“Hogsmeade was supposed to be sanctuary; but-“ Hestia paused, worrying her lip, eyes thinking back to when people first began moving into town. “But the huge grouping- we’ve just become an easier target. A… plague is finish a rather nasty wipe through town. It ki-“ her voice caught, and she was glad when the coffee seemed to percolate, finishing itself off. Sliding to where it was she poured two glasses adding crème and sugar to his and only the milk to hers.
Lithely moving to sit down she gave him the simple mug, blowing on her own. “I hope it’s alright.” She nodded to the cup.