"They're um... they're going to try and make it," Neville said, awkwardly. "Some kind of emergency in Bristol. These are for you," he added, handing Molly the flowers. He could have been imagining it, but he thought she looked genuinely pleased.
"Thank you dear," she said, putting them in a tall vase. She sprinkled some sort of powder into the water which made them perk up immediately. "What happened to your face?"
He groaned inwardly. Clearly he wasn't going to get away without an explanation. "Training accident," he said. "Not quite quick enough. It'll be fine in a couple days, probably."