Letting out a very restrained snort, Lavender linked her arm through Neville's. "Can you imagine the delivery instructions? Just meet me by the phonebox..." She shook her head. "That sounds so shady."
She couldn't stop smiling as another image popped into her head; Neville's company had made her feel buoyant. "If this law enforcement business doesn't work out for us, we'll learn how to make pizza. We could make a fortune."