"Mmmmmm," he moaned, following the scent into the kitchen and grinning over at his friend. "Neville, will you marry me?"
He moved over to the stove and peered into the pot, only just resisting the urge to stick his finger in to give the sauce a taste test. "I think we all wish we had more time. If I could have that time-turner Hermione had back in school, I could get so much done."
He reluctantly turned away from the food to face his friend. "So, how's the Auror Department been treating you? Have you still been thinking of other options, or are you still intent on staying?"