"Well, I was going to write, but it's not like i"m on a strict timetable for that. I've got another nine or ten months to finish the book, so that's okay." He smiled and grabbed a glass, dropping ice cubes from his fingertips, then water. He knew spellwater would be better for the baby anyway - no impurities.
He handed it over to her, then guided her to their couch, sprawling out next to her. He wiggled Dog out of the carrier, kissing him and setting him down. "Go play with your brother," he murmured.