She gave him a small smile, more genuine this time, "I'm a writer myself. If nothing else, I know how to set a scene." And besides, as the Birdie she'd learned first hand how to paint a villain.
She chuckled, then, at his description. "Gods, we are old aren't we?" Romi was only 27, but thinking about eager young kids... made her feel tired and ancient. Then again, maybe that was just the state of things these days.
Remembering that Parminder and she shared a year in Hogwarts, she added, "At least we're not 30 yet," with a more positive tone, lifting her glass to toast him. "Speaking of not being old, what are you doing here alone on a Friday night?"