"Oh!" Neville said as Hannah reached forward with her napkin, brushing what he could only guess was apple crumble from his chin. "Uh, thanks," he said when she'd finished, feeling sheepish.
"Maybe, ah, maybe you'd like to come on Wednesday? We could listen to Rusakov the Red, while you're over."
They'd rarely gotten the chance to listen to the broadcast together this year, and that was almost as fun as debating the finer points of the mystery afterward.