George nodded sympathetically when Ford mentioned that she had been old enough last year. Of course she would not have debuted then, not in the throes of mourning. He wondered how his friend was doing now with all that. He had a moment of wondering what it was like to be head of the house before remembering he was technically one too. Not that it said much for a working class household. Especially one like his family where Gus was the one George looked to about things.

"You'll be dancing at balls and the like all night long then coming to work during the day," George chuckled softly in a rare moment of teasing.