"What do you mean, and who are you speaking of? You confuse me at times," Penelope said, yet to understand what her father meant.
"I'm speaking of any children you have with him. Please let our side win. Tobias hasn't always been wise, and though I have confidence in Hazel, it is not enough."
Penelope stared at Edgar, and not long after, laughter surrounded them. "That is what you think of? I assure you that my husband is quite wise. You make the mistake of thinking of him as his father, though I think Tobias is quite wise."
"I always told your mother there was something wrong with your eyes. Picking him should have been all the proof she needed, but like you, she adores him. Let your wisdom prevail," said Edgar.
"Should I have any, my children will be fine no matter who they take after. I am surprised that you have started to think of grandchildren. Are you like Priscilla in not wanting to be called grandfather? Do you worry about age?" Penelope wondered.
