Molly took her father's hand and got to her feet. She didn't exactly stumble, but she swayed slightly, and put an arm around Michael for support. She smiled slightly, and leaned into Michael's shoulder.
She knew she ought to tell him the things she knew, that he'd apparently forgotten, but she didn't know how to do it just like that. She needed to ease into it. She needed to find Harry, and talk to him first, and maybe find out what was really going on.
"Pizza sounds good," Molly said with a little smile. "I'm totally hungry."