"We lived in the farmhouse for a long time, but we wanted to come to London for a while at least. Owen will be going to Hogwarts next year, and it was more convenient for now." She wasn't sure what their plan was other than they really needed to start exploring options about Owen's werewolf status. "Having a place," a den, "of one's own, it's important, I think."
She nodded, giving him a bright, thankful smile. "It looks great. I'll get on it right away," she told him. She'd start the brewing and making now, and take it up again after the next moon. "You want me to send them over in small batches?"
"I'm up for all that," she said, her own grin cheeky as well. She was up for just about anything, if she were honest. "Just don't overcook the meat and we'll be all good."