She really was quite pretty, he thought in passing as she beamed up at him. A different beauty than Hestia, though. He wondered how the two knew each other.
"Well, good is good," he said with another smile. "Though great would be even better. "Anything that could be changed with a little help?" he inquired.
"I've been good," he said. He hadn't been bad, really, but things had been busy for him. The radio, constantly, and gathering info for it discreetly, and then that visit from Harry the other day and everything...
"Certainly," he said agreeably, though he knew where the kitchen was, and let her precede him into it. "Hestia," he greeted her with a smile meant for her. Merlin, but he felt so large in this house where everyone was so much smaller than him.