If they didn't have children, surely they would not stop arguing. But Rosie pretended to be happy in this marriage. For the children's sake. She didn't know if she could really do it for her own. Maybe when their marriage had begun, but now? It felt like she would be a lot more vocal regarding her distaste for all of this if her children's precious innocent oblivion wasn't at stake. Blissfully unaware. How she liked them to be. Perhaps every now and then she saw the tension... but she dearly hoped not. She did her best to hide it. It worked in the eye of the public, but her stress weighed on her by the time she got home. Did any of the children notice it? The girls were her main concern. Albin was so like their father, sometimes he frustrated her to. But she could never be nearly as frustrated with her own child. The motherly instinct in her was far too strong for that.

What was worse was that lately Hugo had actually had the nerve to complain that there weren't enough sons. Hadn't she given him enough children? It seemed silly to have another child with such an age gap from Emma. But it was now in his head. Hopefully some sort of business would distract him from bugging her about the matter. For now, she focused on the parties. The uneventful social climbing.

So when she was asked a rather interesting question, she was quite pleased by the change of pace. Not even being able to help the pleased smile that started to form on her face as she thought of an appropriate answer. While she had taken a glance at the plaque, she had forgotten by now about what this event was about. So many of them blurred together by now. Though she wasn't a Ravenclaw, she did value intellect over boring chit-chat. "Hot. I'd suspect it would be in areas more commonly known to have firefly habitats. Hot or cold?" Even if she did remember what this event was for, she would likely still play along. Why stop now?