"I'm lovely! Thank you. I'll admit this little project has become a lot bigger than I ever expected, but I do so like to help. I'm hoping to get a few more people writing for the Quibbler soon as well! I just can't keep up with all the articles anymore, and I don't think Daddy will ever write one again."
She reached the lovely oak tree she had in mind and coaxed the littlest bowtruckle into the branches with a handful of Woodlice she kept in her pocket.