"Thanks. I can grow other things if you want anything in particular." Rose tapped her teacup, considering possible plants. She'd never been extraordinary at Herbology, but she'd been better than average, and growing food might be a way to help pay her share until she could get the situation with the flat settled.
She ignored Sam's babbling at his son-- what was there to say, after all, and it wasn't polite to stare-- but glanced up from the rows of imaginary tomatoes she was arranging in her tea at his next question. "Only child," she replied. And then, because he was obviously trying and she should probably try too, Rose added, "My parents didn't think they could afford anymore. You?"