and one last (I think this is the fifth? tell me if it isn't)
"What... what on earth is that?"
"I think the term in English is 'a baby'," Arthur answered drily, holding the child out by it's armpits.
More by instinct than desire, Ron took it, taking care to support the head and spine, even though it seemed big enough to hold itself up, and Arthur seemed to have no issue handling it like a sack of potatoes.
"Whose baby is it?" He demanded. It had buried chubby little hands in his collar and was babbling happily by his ear as it tried to seemingly crawl over his shoulder.
"Mine, Jesus," Arthur snorted, looking at Lip. "You didn't tell him?"
"Figured I'd leave it to you," Lip said with a shrug. There was a smile on his face, though, and Ron narrowed his eyes at him. He imagined the child clinging to his front was somewhat damaging the intimidating effect.
