Violent violet and bubblegum pink

Around this point, Sunny wanders in, dragging Jemma behind her with one hand, the other holding a new picture. "Ber'd! Dora!" Chirped entirely too cheerfully. "Art!" Then, blinking at new people, "Hi!"

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*Nymphadora shoots her father a Look and puts a calming hand on Bernard's shoulder. As she opens her mouth to speak, however, Sunny walks in.*

...Hey, sweetheart.

*She walks over to Sunny, picking her up.*

Sunny, this is my mum and dad. Mum and Dad, this is Sunny.

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*Andromeda takes a deep breath, jabbing Ted meaningfully in the leg. Tantrums can come later; the last thing anyone wants is a bawling toddler.

She gives Sunny a small wave*

Hallo, Sunshine. I think we've met once before, actually. Last time I was in.

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"Dwomeda!" Sunny declares before proudly showing ~~her new grandma!~~ Andromeda her picture. "Kill-heeze. Twoy. Dwama queen."

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*Bernard blinks when Sunny addresses Andromeda by name, but then can't suppress a snigger at the 'drama queen' part.*

Hmmm, I can't imagine where you learned that.

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*he snorts, and then solemnly holds out a hand to Sunny*

Hello kid.

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"Demo'," she says matter-of-factly to Ber'd before just as solemnly taking Ted's hand. Or letting his much bigger hand take hers, at least. "Hi! G'ampa?" Beat. "Bite?"

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*Nymphadora very nearly facepalms, but manages a grin.*

She's asking if she can nibble on you a bit. Sunny's a world-class biter. Wood is her specialty.

*And suddenly she realized just how bizarre all of this sounds.*

...Er. Anyway, yes. It's really progress that she asked first, so.

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*he slants a sidelong look at Nymphadora and then looks back at Sunny, informing her solemnly*

Never on a first date, Sunny. And, for the record? Grandpa? I can deal with. Granddad, fine. Call me gramps and you get nothing in my will, and 'pop-pop' will have me persuading my lovely wife to turn you into a newt. Deal?

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Ted, honestly.

*she turns to Sunny, speaking comfortingly*

I'll not be turning you into a newt, sweetheart. I could never get the tails right, so it'll probably be a toad, instead.

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Sunny ponders this. A toad might not be so bad... And then her eyes light up. Hopefully, "Snake?"

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You and your snakes.

*Dora grins and kisses Sunny's cheek. To her parents;*

Bit of a Slytherin sometimes, this one.

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*he scowls*

Not under my roof, dammit.

...okay. It's not my roof. I'll admit it. But any home of Dora's is a home of mine, and this sofa's kind of comfy, so you'll have a time of it getting me to move.

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Well, we've got lots of room and aren't opposed to taking in strays--ow.

*He rubs his shin, grinning.*

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*Nymphadora pulls back her foot, smiling sweetly, and shifts Sunny to her lap as she sits back down on the arm Bernard's chair.*

So, Bernard looks after Sunny during the day, and when he goes out to tend some afternoons there's a girl called Violet who comes in to stay with her, and then we're both with her in the evenings.

It's worked out pretty well, so far.

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...Well.

*she raises an eyebrow, grinning*

It certainly sounds like you've got it under control, at least.

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*Bernard absently slips an arm around Nymphadora's waist, smiling at Andromeda ruefully.*

Depends on what day you ask.

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It's been a learning experience, that's for sure.

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*with great deliberation, Ted extracts himself from the depths of the sofa, walking over to kiss Nymphadora on the top of her head*

Proud of you, love.

*his voice is gruff, and he hies back to the sofa quickly, grabbing his wife's hand*

Still should've told us sooner.

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*she sighs, smiling, and squeezes Ted's hand*

And - as long as she doesn't have any other latent destructive tendencies besides the, ah... biting, mind - you know we'll be glad to help if you are ever stuck for a babysitter.

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*Nymphadora grins tentatively, looking a bit relieved.*

Good to know. And you know you're always welcome to come here -- I'd love for you to get to know Bernard and Sunny better. They're both going to be around for a long time. And Sunny always needs new subjects for her masterpieces, don't you, lovely?

*She kisses the top of Sunny's head.*

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"Yes!" She beams, then runs to her bag and pulls out a picture, trotting back over and presenting it to Ted. "Fuckin' 'Erlin onna pogga 'ick in high heels," she explains.

Well, the pogga 'ick's sorta recognizable.

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*Bernard stares, then absolutely flails and mutely points to Nymphadora as if to say, 'She's the witch here! No swearing to Merlin going on in the muggle half of the relationship!'*

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