Just the proof that Jo was alive and seemed to be unharmed was enough for him to relax some tension he held in his face. His strained smile remained, unsure how much emotion he should show since his traitorous heart screamed at him to simply take her into his arms and never let go. No, he would go at her speed. He would remain cordial and engage in small talk, leaving dozens of unanswered questions to simmer. Until she was ready. If she was ready.

Zach took the offered seat and perched himself in the polite way his mother had taught him. Any ease and slouching he had grown accustomed to around Jo was missing. "I am also well. The shop continues to thrive." Not that he would ever mention the months that he had spent neglecting it. Nor the travels he had taken in hopes of escaping the life he had been dreaming he and Jo would share in Hogsmeade.

"My family is well. Hugo took off to America, so it has been relatively quiet." At that, he allowed a small smirk to cross his lips, a bit of his usual humor peeking through. When it came time for him to continue the conversation, he faltered. "Where..." He cleared his throat. "Is your family well?" Had she even visited them? This muggle town seemed an odd place for the Smiths to take a holiday. Perhaps, they were still cross that she had disappeared.