"Well!" Harry laughs, as loudly as the rest of them. "The world must be peopled."

Out of the corner of his eye, he catches a glimpse of something: Hal, leaning against a table, hunched over his phone and furiously texting with both thumbs. Ignore him says Harry's better judgment (and Kate leaning into his side).

One of the VPs in security lifts his glass. "I think I'd like to see you raise a daughter, Percy."

He chuckles. "In faith, I'd be putty in her hands." He knows from experience, doesn't he.