Finlay hadn't expected to laugh, but he did anyway. He tried to cover it up as an odd sort of way to clear his throat. This only made his breath catch and he was forced to cough a few times, his hand raised in a fist over his mouth as he turned away from her. He cleared his throat for real this time, and then as if nothing at all had happened, replied casually, "Oh you know, the same. We're doing well. Maeve is Maeve-ing, Brighid is Brighid-ing, Domnhall is Domnhall-ing..."

Then it hit him - he did have some interesting news on the family front. It was likely that she had heard about it already, but was just being polite. "My cousin Lorcan got married to the bakery woman unexpectedly. Er.. I mean Magdalena. Backus I think is her last name. Or was. Guess it's Byrne now. Anyhow, she has a bakery in Diagon Alley. I haven't met her yet. The family isn't so happy about it, but I figure I'm sure he had a good reason to just run off like that. No courting, no introductions, nothing. It's a mystery." He crossed his arms over his chest and looked off into the distance a bit dreamily, "I'm sure there's a great love story to it, I just haven't had the chance to ask."