"Oh Hermione," he said, and shuddered playfully. "That woman frightens me. Though how ickle Ronnie ended up with someone as brilliant as she still perplexes me, even after twenty-odd years." Though even he would admit they were an oddly perfect fit.
He was startled by the hug, and awkwardly patted her back. He noted idly that her hair smelled good, something he had been convinced was unique to Angie. "It's no problem. Any friend of Jamie's is a friend of the whole family," he said once they drew back. "You won't owe me anything. Well, unless you bake. We could always use cookies and cakes." He winked to show he was mostly joking.
"Well, they won't harm you any," he said, warming to the topic. "We have several kinds, from very specific scenarios to more open-ended where you control the action." He waggled his eyebrows, though he hadn't meant that sexually. "You can fly with dragons or swim with mermaids, fight off pirates on the dread sea. Anything you can imagine, it will work with."