Bastien, despite his... lack of manners, was quite capable of winning over hearts if needed. Eva rather thought her father might even have the slightest of soft spots for the bird, even if she knew full well Beau did not.

Finding herself the nearest seat, Eva sunk down with a little difficulty, hands bracing against the bench for support. She really wasn't that far along, but she already felt like a bit of a whale. Apparently the second one was a doozy. Rubbing her hands over her aching back, she sighed softly.

"I have often thought the same," Eva chuckled at wondering what Bastien was thinking. "Mostly I would like to know what his obsession with shoe laces is." And perhaps why he was so stubborn, but that was not critical. "Also the trick behind disappearing and reappearing." Akin to apparating, she assumed, but the curiosity was there.