That made sense, Syd supposed, though she hardly looked old enough to have a niece Eavan's age. Must have been quite the age gap. "It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Moony." Syd assured her. "Eva's been monumental in keeping this place running. Couldn't do it without her." He truly would have been sunk, even through her three pregnancies, Syd had relied on her to make sure he didn't screw anything up. Fortunately she didn't seem the type to suffer confinement very well either, and would work until her mountain man said otherwise.

"Mm, we do a little weather work in the enclosures, moving the plants inside might give them a chance." Obviously the Scottish winter was quite different than that of the southern States or Africa. It was certainly something to consider. "I'll have to see about getting somebody to advise on that, not my strong suit, but I'll have to keep it in mind." He could read up on it. Charms had always been something he'd had to work at, but eventually he got the hang of things.

"What do you do at the ministry?" He asked, figuring he'd done enough of the talking thus far.