"Well, we caught Tom-Tom bouncing on the sofa again yesterday, I think it can take whatever Anja has in for it," Jenny said, coming out of the kitchen with an apron on. She lifted Thomas off of Vastra's bustle, looking momentarily shocked by what the child weighed. Vastra had a tendency to just pick him up as though he were still tiny, and Jenny had a tendency to forget her wife was slightly stronger by nature. Thomas squirmed in protest and Jenny let him go so he could get his maps of Luceti--probably to show Uncle Loki. "Got a towel chilling in the ice box, I'll pop it out in a few."

"Shall we, then?" Vastra gestured to a cozy little sitting area with the aforementioned sofa. "I am glad to hear that Mother is doing well, but how is Father doing? Exhausted?"