Astoria laughed. She could complain about anything if she really wanted to, but she thought it was impolite so she refrained more often than not. "If I did I probably wouldn't be around for very long." Still, she didn't think she could ever hate London. It was exactly what she'd wanted. "The wrong pair of shoes can throw off an entire outfit," she told him with a grin. It was true, not that Malachi cared. She listened to him explain his decision. "But why an Auror? Is that something you've thought about for a long time?" Astoria was trying to understand but she wasn't sure she really got it. If he wanted to provide for his family there were many other suitable jobs that didn't require putting yourself at risk. "I hope you don't give up art." She smiled, hoping to convey the fact that even if she didn't understand his decision she supported it. "I think you'll do fine. And anyway, I should be the last person judging about career changes, right?" It was the ugly truth. At least Malachi had known what he'd wanted before he quit his old job. She still didn't even have a job.
She shrugged. "The way you talk about her and the kids," she said, as if it made perfect sense. And it did to her. "I'd like that. I wouldn't mind meeting Star and Truth too." Although something about that idea made her uncomfortable. Maybe it was because Cormac had mentioned how fond he was of the kid. It felt as if meeting them would be intruding into that part of his life and Astoria didn't want to deal with the awkwardness. Then again, Malachi was her friend and it only made sense to meet his family. She reached up and ran a hand through her hair. This wasn't supposed to be complicated. She laughed at the joke, happy to have something else to think about. "I am very cruel. I've been trying to convince people but no one believes me." She nodded in amusement. "Much better."