"Garden gnomes? Are those actually a thing?" Sometimes it amazed her how much she didn't know about this world she was living in. "Oh, I know what you mean. He goes full tilt from the time he wakes up until I force him into bed, and then he does it all again the next day. It's amazing." And she wouldn't change it for the world, even for all she was exhausted some days just looking at him.
The bench had a good view of the kids, Christopher was trying to show Lucy how to bounce the ball now, and the sight made her grin. Christopher hadn't had much contact with children outside of the story hour since they moved. She meant to do something about that, but time seemed to slip away. "Oh, I live above the bookstore. I own What the Book? I think I've seen you and Lucy in there, but I apologize I'm not at the point yet where I recognize all the regulars." And there were a lot of regulars, for which she was grateful. But then, without television and video games, books were one of the only forms of entertainment wizards had, so maybe it wasn't that surprising.
At the mention of politics, she just shrugged. "As long as no one's trying to throw me in prison because of my blood status, we're good. Though I was out of the country by the time it really got bad."