She winced at the idea of popping out seven sprogs. Eva didn't even think she could bother to have one, which is probably why she hadn't at the age of thirty-five yet, much to the constant reminders from her mother.
But Eva was the baby in the family and got away with more than the other siblings in that respect.
Eva laughed between bites of a chip. "Yes, I know - I've seen it plenty in muggle clothing. You have a pair of denims that show it off quite nicely," she told Jamie, giving him a smirk.
She took a bite of her fish, eating slowly and then shrugged before answering.
"I don't hate it, but yeah - I guess you can say I don't love it anymore. You probably heard about the confrontation I had with Ronan and I think it just cemented what I'd already known for a while. You need to detach yourself in this job...and frankly, I can't anymore. That's dangerous, James."