Victoire barely batted an eye. Instead she beamed when he seemed to recognise her. "That's me. It's brilliant to see you, Uncle Ron. You're just as tall as I remember," she teased.
That got an even wider smile out of her. "Oh, that's perfect then! I'd hate to see one of you without the other. It'd be unnatural. Have you been here long?" She took another sip of her drink. "I only arrived a couple days ago. It's a strange place, isn't it?"