Nico smiled, pleased and maybe blushing just a little. He rubbed at his hair bashfully. "Well, the House Elves did the food for the basket and stuff and it's just, you know, spells... I made it warm though and it'll stay dry and there's a cushioning charm so we won't be sitting on any roots or anything... do you want to sit?" he asked slightly shy - as much as he'd found the courage to ask Jack out because he realised that their world was growing ever more uncertain and who knew when it would be too late to do these things, he was still fourteen years old, on his first date and with someone who he not only had a crush on but also admired. Of course he was nervous.