Her low voice made Viktor realize how loud he had been speaking. He looked around and it didn't appear that anyone had heard him but there was really no telling. Squeezing her hand back he nodded in understanding.
"You might be right Hestia, this is not the England I remember from my last visit here."
The change in subject caused Viktor to relax a little but he kept his voice low.
"Vell usually Mama, makes my favourite dinner. She invites a lot of my good friends from vhen I vas young and we drink a lot of vodka, singing and being silly through out the night."