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nikolas vaisey doesn't need a broom to fly (besserwisser) wrote in wished,

Nikolas' eyebrows raised in unison, sharply, and he pressed his lips together, if only to contain a laugh. He couldn't help but wondering if his mother hadn't been talking with Daphne's. Ursula Vaisey often spoke of Daphne's mother somewhat disparagingly - the woman's lack of a career and her tendency toward gaudiness had never quite endeared her to the Vaisey matriarch. The thought of the two women gabbing about the possibility of grandchildren was laughable.

The effort to keep from laughing didn't last long, though Nikolas did at least manage to tone it down to a chuckle. "Come back pregnant? Merlin." He laughed again, perhaps a bit nervously. "That's rich. My mother did the same, actually. I got it yesterday. I was going to show you, but I wasn't sure if you'd find it as funny as I do."

He looked at the comb, only casually processing that it was a very nice hairpiece and probably would suit Astoria much better. That, and on actually handling those earrings, they had seemed oddly light - rather telling of their authenticity.

"Our parents are awfully presumptuous, aren't they?" Nikolas looked at Daphne curiously, gauging her reaction.