Tyb's interjections were nothing new, she expected them and in this instance, found his enthusiasm for the subject rather endearing. His added details only enhanced her visual of the scene in her head. It was something she'd done daydreaming, but had never dared to say as much aloud to anyone. Saying it now made it very real and she was already hopelessly attached to the idea. The picture was so clear she could reach out and touch it. All she wanted to do was hold it close and protect the possibility of it. Elsie felt the image to be incredibly fragile, like it was inside a bubble and one wrong move would see it burst. For now everything was fine, round and whole, there for them to enjoy for as long as the night lasted.

"Yes a swing, I never had one growing up, but I always fancied having a big tree with one in the garden." There was something incredibly peaceful about a quiet garden, surrounded by flowers and a little swing in the sunshine. Perhaps she read too many romance novels, but someday she'd have one- even if she had to share.  She chuckled at his tone, the very real mention of children making her blush lightly. "I'll share, somebody has to make sure it's safe after all." It would be a while before they got the swing, and longer still until children, she could enjoy it for a bit first!

Sighing contentedly, Elsie could very nearly picture curly-haired Gryffindors running around the garden and wondered in just what context Lucinda had referred to them. "Tiny terrors who will no doubt make me grey long before my time." She teased, running her fingers through his curls to prove a point. It would be tough to tell which of them their kids would take after, but if they were anything like Tyb, Elsie would surely have her work cut out for her, in the best possible way.