Minerva rolled her eyes, then winced since the motion caused her eyeballs to actually ache. She thought to herself to raid her father's potions cabinet when she was finished lecturing him on muggle attire and after sneaking out for a fag.
"Yeah, you're so decrepit Dad. That's not what I meant, but you are older than me," she reasoned.
She glared at Neville when he clinked the sugar bowl and creamer together loudly. Didn't he know that her head felt like it wanted to explode???
"I think maybe you should let me help you find something else if that's the sort of thing you have in your muggle wardrobe. Because...Dad? Yuck."
A shite-eating grin broke across Minerva's face and she leaned in peering at Neville. "It is a date! I knew it! With Professor Silver? Wow, Dad - she's gorgeous. How'd you manage to get a date with Silver?"