Although Christopher was barely six years old and Graham nearly four, it seemed that every time Hestia stopped by for a visit, the boys had sprouted at least another foot. Well. They were tall. The whole of the Jones family was, though - shot up like sprouts before they knew what to do with themselves or the hem of their trousers. She expected nothing less from her nephews.
She laughed slightly before taking another heaping spoonful of the stew. It had been a while since she'd been able to properly cook a meal. She managed to make enough for when Dimitri returned later.
She leaned forward, her elbows resting on the table as she looked at Charlie. "I was wondering when we should meet next, myself. It's all frustrating - knowing that there are bloody animals out there taking advantage of everyone's fear."