Oh." She couldn't think how else to respond, how to tell him what felt so wrong in that statement, the grin that had formed on her lips fell, "...you'll likely spend more time there." She would? Somehow when she envisioned her future with him she had envisioned it in the kitchen of his shop, with him. As she had in the greenhouses with her mother despite her own interests lying elsewhere. It was odd, before Quin, when she had daydreamed she had envisioned herself married it had been a life of society. Hosting teas, keeping a home, a life vastly different than that of a shopkeeper in Hogsmeade. But all that had changed with Quin. Now the thought of keeping house while he worked seemed more a disappointment.

What had he been saying? Realizing with a start that she hadn't heard anything he'd said after she gave a small forced chuckle and a smile and hoped that nothing further was required of her, that he hadn't asked some question she needed to reply to. She'd gotten to lost in her thoughts.