Declan laughed. "And that's not even the no-fault divorce pamphlets," he said cheerfully, "Broken wedding ring, a lawyer, et cetera." Declan was all for no-fault divorce, and for legal access to abortion potions — both would improve situations for women, and especially for working class people.

He patted Saffron's shoulder and put the kettle on the stove, lighting it with his wand and a muttered spell. "What kind of tea do you want?" Deck asked, opening the drawer. He was quite at home in the Whitby kitchen — as long as he was with one of the girls and not feeling like an interloper.