Neville laughed as Ari encouraged him to 'try his luck' since he had been right and it was a bloke's duty to win the prizes at these kinds of carnivals.
"We'll see, maybe I will get lucky." He turned to face her after she whispered to him, their faces very close together. All he did was smile and walk up to the pitch a pence booth and hand over a couple pounds for a few tries.
A few of the tries he flubbed on purpose just so his last try would look like a total fluke. He flicked the coin with his thumb and muttered a soft spell, covered up quickly by a cough and a pounding to his chest. The booth attendant watched the coin fly and land in a modest prize bowl just before he noticed Neville's coughing. "I'm okay... popcorn." he added in a mock-hoarse voice. The attendant handed over a plush kitten and Neville thanked him kindly. "Well look at that, you did get a kitten after all.... and you didn't even have to torture a magician this time." He beamed at his own joke and handed Ari the plushie, waiting for a playful smack if she deemed his joke deserved one.