"Mmm, no... it wasn't that one." Neville gulped and laughed the tiniest bit. "It was when I got shoved off Blackpool Pier. There was air between me and the water." It was true, still, he'd almost drowned but if they were going that route in determining what his first flight was, then that would be it.
"Since when did you have any dimples on your arse?" He said, with a slightly more wicked grin that was ever known to cross his face. Neville had half a mind to make her prove it... especially if it got him out of showing that he was the tiniest bit jealous. He wasn't young anymore. "Mhmm, keep thinking that." He tried to play it off and thankfully, his reminiscing sent Hannah into giggle fits.
"It got us out of the dinner party didn't it?" It was a crass excuse but really, Gran would've rather had goblins over than to put up with something like that at one of her parties. "True, but would you rather I told her what we were really doing?"