His arm slid easily around her waist, a slightly wicked smile on his face. "I'd say it matters a little, especially when it happens at three in the morning and you're the Healer on call."
Knowing precisely the contents of each phial and jar on their bathroom counter, all he could do was match Neville's stupid happy grin and kiss Debi's temple.
"Apparently the parenthood lark fits you two like a glove," he grinned at Luna and Neville both, "either that or you've found a new use for some of the more dangerous bits of greenery."