Morag looked around thoughtfully. 'Let's see....books, tub, naughty nighties, and food.... Nope, can't think of anything!'
Of course, saying that meant she immediately thought of something else right after. 'Oh, wait. Do we have cushions or something suitable for lounging on the deck?' Now that she thought about it, the idea of lying on deck looking up at the stars was quite appealing.
She took the folder he handed her and looked through it, a frown creasing her brow that grew in intensity as she looked at all the myriad of forms he had assembled. However did Muggles survive? She wouldn't have dreamed that Muggles would manage to find a need for even more paperwork and bureaucracy than even Percy could come up with. 'Muggles need more than one marriage license? Whatever for?'