Terry had gone and Neville put on a good smile for his friend, even though he was mightily embarrassed over his daughter's behaviour.
And even more so when Terry left.
"Minerva..." Neville said crossly in answer to her assumptions over his much older friend. He had a few choice words like 'what in the hell do you think you were doing' or 'he's MY age' but, he knew it wouldn't do any good. "...I'll be in the greenhouses." he muttered irritatedly before stomping out of the kitchen.