"Oh it's no trouble dear," Jenny smiled and took a seat in the chair next to Vastra's. No point in watching the kettle, it would whistle when it was ready. Tom, meanwhile, had fetched his maps but was far more fascinated by watching Anja crawl.

"Well, she is your infant, Loki. I would be very worried if she didn't display the same tendencies you do."

"And, generally speaking, most of the people you look after are adults, aren't they? Capable of lookin' after themselves."

"Well, let's not get carried away, my dear."