Hannah thought for a few moments, resting her head against Neville's shoulder. "This is your first party in your new apartment, your first apartment ever. It's a significant event that needs more than cheese and crackers. How about some small meatballs that people can eat? And of course, there needs to be dessert... possibly bite size treacle tarts?"
She looked around the apartment, imagining where they could set the food for people. She wanted the party to be perfect. "Oh, and you're thinking of s'mores, silly. Which are delicious and terribly messy."