There was a look of agreement across Teddy's face as he, evidently, saw reason in that explanation.<br/>"Okay," he easily responded, restlessly shifting his stance. The conversation had quickly become far leas interesting as it had moved away from the notion of Draco having a secret cat.<br/>Glancing across his shoulders to the tv, Teddy inched a step out of the immediate proximity of the conversation. When he finally spoke, he finally gave in and moved towards the sofa. "Can we go tomorrow, then?"<br/>Though the phrasing didn't give it away, the airiness of Teddy's voice was a testament to how little attention he was paying to ever getting a response.<br/>"You've got French tomorrow afternoon," Harry offered, head below counter height as he pulled out a cast iron skillet from the back of the cupboard. Straightening his posture and placing the pan in the cooktop, Harry glanced towards the living room, already finding the child distracted with something else; he couldn't help but smile.<br/>"Oh," Teddy just exhaled, having seated himself on the floor by the coffee table. Without looking at neither Harry nor Draco, he pulled out an activity book from his backpack. "Maybe after."