She seems to approve, as much as any three-week-old child can approve, and Wash beams as he lifts out the mobile and squeezes one of the attached fish. "Look at that," he murmurs to his daughter as he holds it up. "You think this could beat my clothes in a knock-down drag out rainbowy brawl? I think it could."

He gently beeps her nose with it, and Naomi kicks her legs with a quiet, "Ah!"

Back to Tonks, with a decidedly wry twist to his mouth: "Well, uh. Mostly Simon and River getting hauled in by the feds and summarily hauled out again after a week."