He'd been staying at Bianca's place for some time now. This means a few things: chiefly, that he's remembered how to perfect his one-handed diaper change, but also that he's been, well. Spending all his time with Bianca. And they hadn't been fighting like they had been before he'd decided to smarten up, so that was something.

In fact, when Bianca went to work and he found himself going to sleep alone, it felt strange. There had been a time when Bertram would've told anyone within shouting distance that having the bed all to yourself in the middle of the night when you just needed to let a good, smelly one go was one of the best things in the world.

Now, though...well.

He picked up the newly-delivered cartons of food from in front of the floo and walked into the living room to drop down on the sofa.

"Is Aaron still asleep?" He fished the plastic forks out of the bag and started to open up the container with the spring rolls, smiling sideways.

"He's sleeping loads better than Amissa did so far. Maybe it's because he's got a better mother."