"You stop that right now," Pansy scolded, although there was no malice in her tone. Handing Gwyneira over to Hermione, she placed her hands on her hips and gave her a pointed stare. "I've already told you I don't mind helping out. Ron's still at the shop so I can most certainly stay and lend a hand. Besides, whatever is brewing affects my unborn child just as much as it does Eira. Now stop your pouting and enjoy these few minutes with your daughter while I go raid your refrigerator for something to nibble and you wait on Harry to arrive."