Harry was reasonably sure he'd never been as gobsmacked by any single conversation in his whole life as he was with this one. It was running all his intimate conversations with Hermione close for the level of butterflies they stirred in him. And his wife was ten times worse than him. It was a good job she was sat down, Harry thought, as she might have fainted if she had been standing, if her racing breaths were any indicator of her state of mind.