Narcissa flicked a look to Lucius who smiled at the memory of making his fiancée at the time trying on jewellery. It was a good one. She was only wearing the chains, gems and a smile at the time. He turned and returned to their quarters, leaving his wife to walk up to her son. Narcissa placed a gentle hand on his wrist, "It will be here tomorrow. When you’re sober. Join us for breakfast and you can tell us all about it."