"Well, I couldn't exactly train to be a Healer if I was running after a Bornean Spiked Burnackle, could I?" he teased, eyes flashing merrily. "And it was very interesting. Eventually I might take a couple of years and travel, maybe study with other countries, learn their Healing practices. I understand the Aboriginal Muggles in Australia have some very interesting theories. We stayed with a tribe once, and their healer was extremely knowledgeable, even if I didn't understand a thing he was talking about."
He grinned at Jacob. "I don't think the Lovegoods or Scamanders have ever been traditional. Dad's grandfather was Newt Scamander. We spent time with him as well, and traditional is very much not an adjective that would describe him," he said, thinking of his paternal great-grandfather fondly. "And of course I was, but Healing is what called me. My parents understood, and encouraged Sandy and me to follow our hearts."
Lori's eyes widened when Jacob moved to sit closer to him, his breath suddenly feeling short. He blinked, but was saved from making a fool of himself when the waitress came for their order. He managed to calm his breathing by the time she left again, though he felt flushed and warm, and trapped in a way. He was in the corner, and Jacob was blocking the way out.
"Um, have you eaten here before? It's quite good."