"Oh well, that's very noble of you and I guess that way I might wear it once before they get destroyed, he says, smiling. "You know that when we need to get up every two hours, you'll be too tired to actually do anything of any substance, and there is no such thing as getting 'stocked up' on rest."
Stephen laughed. "No, I reserve the seriously bodily harm for when you do something truly egregious." He sighs. "Okay, so it's not that bad, but I've been doing this for my father since I was a kid. He started me on them the summer before Hogwarts. I mean not at this level, but yeah, I see things in the numbers. They are ... I don't know how to explain it. I see numbers and they make sense, like when you look at a map, and you know where things go." He smiled. "I don't want to scream at anyone, but I might offer a few suggestions, and even on vacation, we need things to do." He turned the chair and pulled him closer. "I'd say that it's long than eighteen years. We'll take care of this child until he doesn't need us anymore, like after we die."