"Yes I'm so old and decrepit." Neville gave his daughter a withering glance for that shot at his age. He would most-likely be the youngest Headmaster Hogwarts has had.... 42 was not that old!
In the meantime, Neville tried to talk and move things around louder than he usually would, just to make her pay for her 'fun' night out.
"I will, now that I know just how bad this jumper is, I'll find something else." He wondered if Minerva would leave him to his own devices... he was going out in public, she may insist on picking something out for him just so she doesn't get embarrassed by association.
"Not that it's any of your business what I do on a Saturday night young lady, but I'm going to see a muggle magic show ... with Ariana Silver." he said that last bit just before sipping his tea and glared at his daughter afterward. "No, it's not a date... no." Actually, now that she brought it up, it sounded like a date but, no... really?