Indeed, it really was meant to be insulting - especially from a Purist wizard's mouth, such as - such as her dead brother, after all... But for her part Rhonda did not mean it to be insulting at all, of course; she was a witch, and her husband was a Muggle, after all; that's just the way things stood right now.... Along with the whole reality of her Tricia babe never knowing her wizarding relatives, in this place... She sniffled a little bit, herself, ready to break down herself, just when Ernest had found some measure of control once more...
And then, she was reminded of the beautiful tableau she was witnessing in front of her, and she smiled again, tearfully albeit, and then... she went straight for her phone, on Ernest's advice... "The-e-e-ere we go....!" she murmured softly, humming to herself as she snapped a picture - first of her own hand, and then, after viewing the photograph and realising her mistake, of course - she took a photograph of her husband and her baby....! "Aww...." she murmured almost under her breath as she viewed the picture, taken properly this time, and then - she turned the phone around to show Ernest...