Jemima had a point – Delilah couldn’t imagine her in the kitchen trying to cook anything, let alone something like a pudding. The point was to impress her husband, not make him wonder what the hell was going on, and if he should be worried that he was about to be poisoned. It wasn’t that her sister was daft or anything, Lila just assumed that she would be more adept… in other places. So that was a strike, but there were other ways to get to know her husband.
The laugh that slipped out of Jemima made Delilah pause, although the explanation had her nodding. Ghosts and poetry… huh, those were some interesting hobbies. “Poetry is hard to write and enjoy.” She offered rather unhelpfully, before sighing. Of course she tried to hide this behind a sip of her tea. When she set it down, after having a moment to think, Lila smiled at her sister. “I suppose that’s not entirely fair,” she conceded. “Some poetry is nice to listen to.”
Lila leaned forward, a small laugh coming from her this time. “Well, we could venture to Muggle London to visit a book shop there. Maybe they’ll have a book he doesn’t have yet.” It wasn’t exactly picking up his hobbies, but it could be a start. “Or you could always try to find a ghost poet willing to help you write one for him.” That wasn’t something she’d recommend, especially not when Jemima thought there was no helping her become a poet.
The laugh that slipped out of Jemima made Delilah pause, although the explanation had her nodding. Ghosts and poetry… huh, those were some interesting hobbies. “Poetry is hard to write and enjoy.” She offered rather unhelpfully, before sighing. Of course she tried to hide this behind a sip of her tea. When she set it down, after having a moment to think, Lila smiled at her sister. “I suppose that’s not entirely fair,” she conceded. “Some poetry is nice to listen to.”
Lila leaned forward, a small laugh coming from her this time. “Well, we could venture to Muggle London to visit a book shop there. Maybe they’ll have a book he doesn’t have yet.” It wasn’t exactly picking up his hobbies, but it could be a start. “Or you could always try to find a ghost poet willing to help you write one for him.” That wasn’t something she’d recommend, especially not when Jemima thought there was no helping her become a poet.
