"Dad did used to say that I swore like a sailor," Moira agrees. "And that I got my dirty mouth from him. I guess I'm supposed to say that I hope Bronwyn doesn't inherit my tendency for cursing, right?" She turns to Aoife with a grin.

"Hostile is one way of putting it," she nods. She hears the interrupted question and glances at Aoife. For once, she doesn't feel provoked by such a question. "Her father was a witch, too, yeah. A powerful one. She's going to be a force of nature, my girl."