"I hope they do," she said. "Goblins have run Gringotts for longer than history remembers. So one would hope they have ways of keeping their secrets."
She washed her hands as the meat started to cook and then dried them, turning back to face him with a worried expression.
"Still, it could be a while," she said softly. "We should be careful. I have some money too, you know that, and Papa and Mere would send us something if we needed. Just... maybe the chickens aren't a bad idea. Or the goat." She tried to return his smile. "Provided I don't have to milk it. And that you don't try to eat it." She actually smiled at that, and she turned the steaks with a fork. Luckily she liked hers very rare. She also had a fondness for Steak Tartare.