Pansy blinked. 'Well, she could go out into the garden, I suppose,' she said slowly. Maybe she could talk Harry into taking her out. He was a boy. Boys liked to be outside. The more she thought about it, the better she liked the idea. Smiling, she said, 'Yes, okay. For a few minutes....' And then when he brought her back in, Pansy could coo over her and snuggle her to be sure she was warm. Yes, Pansy thought she could handled that.
'Sit by herself?' Pansy repeated, frowning. Then she shrugged. She had to assume John knew what he was talking about.
But then she cried out in consternation, 'The kitchen? I don't even go into the kitchen!' And what was the point of a spoon and a pot? Did he think she was going to teach her daughter how to cook? The only thing Pansy cooked were potions, and she tried not to do that too often.
'She eats regularly,' she said. This topic felt like she was on firmer footing. 'She doesn't seem to want to stop when I run out, either,' she added, smiling fondly at Polly. 'And she's pretty good natured. She gets fussy when her routine is messed up,' she had to admit. She frowned at the idea of sleeping through the night. 'She sleeps four or five hours and wakes up hungry,' she told him. Compared to the two hours of when she was born, Pansy thought four or five hours was pretty good.