Neville flushed, both at the comment and the kiss on his cheek. "Well, I couldn't let him starve. He doesn't have a collar or anything and I didn't know if anyone else was feeding him. He probably wanders around a dozen houses doing this, but I couldn't be sure."
He slipped out the door she was holding open for him, then set the bowl carefully near some shrubs a few feet away from the door. He then perched on the steps and motioned for Emma to come out and join him. "So," he began, glancing over at her as she sat down, "how's the new job?"