Ben had lapsed back into staring at his daughter and waiting for something to happen, so it took a second for him to register her question. It was disorienting to be talking about something so mundane when their whole lives seemed to hang on the balance of the next few hours, but he supposed it was a necessary distraction.

"Oh. Uhm. Yeah. In August," he explained. "They had a new one just born, a niffler, so we went to see it. But I don't think the baby one was that interesting to her, honestly," he continued with a slightly chagrined expression. "She liked them better with hair. And, you know, walking around and stuff."

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