Pansy nodded and wrote that down, too. She almost asked how cold it had to be to be considered colder since she wouldn't consider going out right now if she didn't have to, but decided against opening her mouth.
She was writing down what not to let Polly chew on when what she was writing penetrated into her mind. 'Knives, guns, and chemical products?' she repeated. 'I know better than that!' she protested, miffed.
Hearing that her breast mile wasn't enough for her daughter was distressing, though, and the corners of Pansy's mouth turned down. 'Where do you get those things?' she asked. 'Can I send a house-elf?'
'And do you mean everything she puts in her mouth or everything she swallows?' she asked.