Neville was really surprised at how relaxed he was in Hannah's company. "Well, maybe behind this herbologist front is a spicy guy?" he joked. He smiled at the waitress and indicated they were ready to order.
After they had placed their orders, and the waitress had moved to another table, Neville reached into his cloak pocket and placed the small, rectangular box covered in silver wrapping paper on the table, "So, I know you got a promotion today, and I thought you might umm... well, a good reporter needs good equipement right?" He smiled nervously, hoping she would like it.