"Mum, hello." Bill's greeting was warm and welcoming, with the slightest tinge of exasperation as he easily saw through her pretense. Placing a reassuring hand at the small of Fleur's back, Bill backed up to allow his mother entrance. "Come in."
He sniffed the air, and his eyes lit up. "Is that pie?" For one of his mum's pies he'd happily endure whatever polite interrogation they might be facing.