"As do I," he commented distractedly, his patience for the small talk somewhat limited that evening. Once, he would have regaled her with the details, but what was the point? More important matters weighed on their minds, and yet neither of them wished to cross that bridge.

With a small nod, and a suppressed sigh, Zach set the table, baby still in his arms. When it came time to scoop the stew, however, he tugged over the the ancient looking high chair he'd found in a nearby muggle village. He'd been so nervous about what would be best that he hadn't realized the shopkeeper had pulled one over on him. In his nervousness, he'd cast a few charms on it to ensure that it would not collapse beneath Ilona's minuscule weight, either way. He gently set the baby down and fished out a wooden noise maker that she seemed to enjoy.

"Of course," he stated while he spooned a generous amount of stew into each of their bowls. Once that was completed, he set about cutting some large chunks of bread to go along with their meal.

Zachariah gestured for Jo to sit, and then moved to take a seat himself. Ilona sat in between them, thankfully blissfully unaware of the growing tension.