"Yes," he agreed, turning to Aisling. "Easier to modify them afterwards as well. Clothing you can only wear once is so horrendously passé." He was sure there was some way around that usual downside to maternity clothing. Confident, for someone who'd yet to make any.

"Darian will not be here every day, after all.”

No, Darian would certainly not be here every day. On that he and Tarron were perfectly in agreement.

"You can't hide it forever," Darian said, amused at his uncle's dour reply. Tarron seemed pleased by neither his wife's condition nor her excitement to share the news. Unfortunately for him, pregnancy was generally a visible condition.

That the girls didn't know already was surprising. He could understand Tarron's grumpiness if it was because of the order of the telling rather than that Aisling was revealing this secret at all - given how he adored his own siblings, Sophia and Rowena should have known before a nephew did. Darian would have sent an owl immediately! This caution was simultaneously hilarious and bizarre. He nodded to Aisling's explanation, of course. It was smart.

Tarron scowled very slightly - a shift in expression largely visible via the twitch of his mustache and the way his eyebrows turned ever so slightly downwards. He found muggle clothing so terribly dull and drab - they seemed largely to wear simple shirts and trousers. Hardly a well-tailored starched collar or a corset in sight! How did they stand it?

Nonetheless he had long ago learned not to argue with Aisling's choice of muggle attire. Her job often demanded it - as did her relations. And it wasn't as it her choices in muggle clothing were too objectionable; she seemed to dress more grandly than most muggles he'd seen, and yet they never batted an eye.

"Mmm," the sound was half grunt of acknowledgement and half  sound of thought. "I would prefer such things are discussed in person, should we have the opportunity. Letters, while useful, can be terribly impersonal at times." His own experience had been the better for being told upfront, after all, and he looked at Darian a moment. How closely the lad resembled his mother...in look as well as deed. Imps, the both of them.

"Perhaps there is a way to meet with them earlier," he mused, rubbing his chin. "Hogwarts is terribly keen to keep the children under lock and key, as I recall..." He had some friends on the school board, of course, but even with their influence things wouldn't exactly be easy to arrange.

"If past experience is any indication there may be a point where the clothing cannot be worn again without extensive modification," she held a hand out from her stomach, gesturing at how having twins had altered her body previously. She did hope for just one child this time. "Though I'd certainly prefer to minimize it."

She gave Darian another grateful smile, though her eyes didn't linger long on him. That suit was likely to give her a headache if she watched it too long.

And Merlin, but Tarron was being far too fond of looming over the conversation. Perhaps he'd realized that if he sat down that Aisling was likely to fall asleep next to him. She did need her sleep.

"And I would so like to tell them in person. I expect they'll want to see and do everything they've been missing while they're away, but there's only so much time."  Rowena would want to go visit Darian if she had half a chance, among who knew how many other things. Broom shopping, probably.