Hestia tossed her head back, cracking up with laughter. "Of course he did. What would he do? Tell Daniel and expect him to handle it? Or-" she giggled again, "Kingsley for that matter?" It was too much, but she wondered if the wine was making her particularly giggly.
She charmed the fireplace to light it, settling on the other end of the couch, grinning over at him as she curled her legs up around her. "I can't believe we don't do this more often," she smiled warmly. "It's so nice to have noise in this house again. With all the creaks and squeaks I think I was going barmy," she grinned. Hestia reached past him to the end table, snatching up the wine bottle to poor herself another glass. It was a miracle she didn't spill, returning the bottle to the end table on his side with a giggle. "Best you keep that over there," she laughed.
Hestia took another sip, hardly tasting it anymore. Was this even the same type of red they'd started with? She couldn't really tell. "What Robard let me get away with was nothing compared to that time that you and Daniel went "undercover"" she made air-quotes, a little more exaggerated than usual, "I can't believe Val didn't have a fit."