Pansy slipped into a seat across from the two, settling Polly in her lap. The Dolohov woman held out her hands, and Pansy didn't think anything could happen there in Draco's house so she left it up to her daughter.
Polly looked at the woman a moment. Pansy decided later it must have been the hair that decided her. Her daughter probably had visions of getting her hands in it. Whatever the reason, Polly decided she'd let the woman hold her, leaning towards her and reaching.
With her luck, Polly would learn to say 'Morag' before 'Mummy.'
Her attention freed, though, she rested her elbows on the table. 'I wondered if you had any contacts on the Continent who dealt with financial matters....investments and such. With Polly, I find I no longer have the time or the interest in traveling to look into opportunities and working out the contracts and all. I hate that much of the money is just sitting in banks accumulating dust, but....' She shrugged.