Whether Ted was using his broadcasting talents to his advantage or not, she was glad to hear the certainty in his voice. It was the thought that counted. Faith was largely built on figment, after all.
Largely a daddy thing, yes. She shifted to quickly stub the fag out beneath her boot and waved her hand just a little in hopes of getting some of the smell away before she turned to the two of them and reached in to tap Nymphadora's nose gently. While she didn't necessarily think that the girl should be picked up like he was doing just now, she was certainly not going to scold him like she might have, however teasingly, on any other day.
"I'm sure she's just incredibly eager to get that dinner," she murmured, managing a small, genuine smile for the girl and reached up to stroke back her hair fondly.
"Isn't that right, Dora?"
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