He ignored her quiet thanks. There was no need for her to thank him. This was simply what he did and who they were.
"Pink drinks? That sounds like Davis."
He lifted his head and leaned to the awkward angle necessary to see her face. "I will. Well, not the luncheon part, but the rest. I'll likely end up spending all afternoon playing three man Quidditch with the girls. If you want, you can show up at the Manor tomorrow afternoon. Bring Davis and Tristain if you want. There are plenty of old brooms hanging around."