Gideon chuckled. "I was born in '55, so I'll be seventy, come November again. Or just turned twenty-six, if you go by, you know. The number of birthdays I was actually breathing during."
He sat back with his pint, ignoring the food for now, looking over at her. "Impressive for Molly, I guess, putting out seven kids and not going mad with seven hundred grands. There are so many I still can't keep them straight. But Jamie I've met, I think. Auror trainee, yeah? At the Ministry." He finished off the pint and set the glass down.
"Yeah, she did. Said she's doing pretty well, considering. Having Bill for a dad will help, I'd think, considering he's been through similar. Hopefully she'll do okay from here out." He looked across at Minerva.