Art tilted his head back, exposing his throat to the ceiling, and considered the question. "Breakfast at home," he said, "No work, either — I took my daughter to Diagon Alley because she needed new measurements." Measurements for a child were a funny thing, but Gwen was growing fast, and her grandmother wanted to take the older clothes she had made her back for mending and adjustments. Talking about Gwenog with Emrys was strange; looking at the ceiling made it easier. "We went to Fortescue's, and — a new booth. Changes."

He looked back at Emrys, awareness on his face. Changes implied something.