"Ten-plus years? Bloody hell, darling, you're making it sound like we're old or something. And I, for one, know I look fabulous," Jon takes what she's offered, and studies it. Truth be told, he doesn't have an eye for this sort of thing, so he only hums appreciatively and nods his head before offering it back. "More like I pity us," he chuckles. "Terrible two's? Threenage months? If they're half as intense as you, and half as mischievous as I, I might have to go full-time dad. Hogwarts has it easy."