"What would happen if the ice melted, mummy?" Lysander asked his mother.
"It would melt," Luna told him cheerfully.
"And water would spill everywhere," Lorcan added in.
"But - they're too pretty to melt," Lysander procrastinated.
"They'll still melt. A lot of pretty things do," Luna noted.
"So they just spill and drain away?" Lorcan asked.
"Basically," Luna nodded, "Why are you two so curious today? Nargles?"
"No mummy," Lysander laughed, "We're just wondering,"
"Being more like your father every day," Luna chuckled.
"What about Lola?" Lorcan asked.
"Lola? She's just like me, of course," Lysander announced cockily. They all laughed.