Clint snorted at Marcus's comment and nodded. He understood where Ade was coming from. He'd settled on a Chevalier heirloom purely for the fact that that side of the family wasn't bloody insane. Clint was a little surprised he hadn't given something family related to Emma but he assumed Adrian had his reasons and he doubted Emma was the type to feel insulted if she didn't get any of the Pucey jewels. Clint was just glad he didn't have to go out and design something for Lexi. It'd end up looking ridiculously stupid.
"I'm sure Tante Elizabeth will love her," he said. They were quite similar. "I had to tell her that she wasn't a gold digger and she seemed satisfied with that and studied the photo of her in the Prophet and commented on her beauty." He grinned at Ade. "I think she was judging her future grandchildren."
Nodding, Clint took a puff off his cigar and he glanced around the room before his eyes landed on Marcus. "Managed to tear yourself away?" he asked, in reference to Katie. He rolled his eyes. "Good for you." Clint had to admit that he was oddly jealous of the way they interacted. It seemed... easy for them and he didn't get that. Of the three... they should be having the most trouble. Emma and Ade were perfect and here they were, pregnant out of marriage. A sin to both of them. And he and Lexi had been best friends for ages. How was it that they seemed to be arguing most of the time? He supposed it wasn't that surprising. They'd always argued but Bell and Flint? Those two had been arguing since puberty.