"We weren't hitched before you left before?" She shrugged, "But yeah, you heard right, and Henry's a chip off the old block." From both sides, really, which was a surprise to nobody.
She nodded at the statement, "I'd figured as much." She tugged a hex bag on a leather string out from under her shirt, fishing the desk drawer key out of it and then taking the box with the razors out of the bottom drawer, setting it on the desk, "All present and accounted for." She shrugged, "The ones that were my responsibility, of course."