Draco's face broke into a genuine grin at his uncle's question. His children, funny as it sounded since he was only eighteen, made his life infinitely better. They proved a distraction from his issues, certainly, but they were also family in the way he always wanted. They were loving and kind and affectionate. They were proof he did better in his future. They were proof he survived. "Brilliant," he replied before starting a diatribe regarding the various achievements of Cressida, Scorpius, and even Myrtle. He took a sip of tea here and there and nibbled on a biscuit. "Oh, wow, look how long I went on about...my apologies."