Kids... The word echoed in Dean's mind. Sure, he knew she was married to Harry and kids were bound to come after that, but thinking of Ginny as a mum meant he had to turn his whole mind around. Still, he smiled for her, glad she was making a life and a family of her own as it was a sign of light at the end of the tunnel. "I'm sure they'll be good little Gryffindors-- unless they take after their uncles, of course. But then again they could take after Percy and be well-behaved Prefects..." He realized he was babbling and stopped.
He was glad for the change of direction. Eating meant his mouth wouldn't be able to run on and on without his permission. "Right. After you, then."