"Are you sure? You're not hungry? I can cook," she repeated herself, only realizing it after the words had come from her mouth. She blamed the champagne, though she knew it was likely due to her nerves. Once she found her wand, she muttered, "Lumos," and the house came to life.
It was all very comforting, really.
"I can let you borrow my pajamas, if you like. Otherwise, you can use the floo." She trailed off, and smiled. "Thank you, Ernie."