Ernie may not have been one for subtle cues, but even he realized she pulled that door open quickly hoping for something else. He felt sorry for disappointing her, but hid it with a chuckle. "No, eleven was nice, but once was quite enough." He carried the fruit to a table. "You look lovely," he added. Older than he recalled, but lovely. She had a different aura about her, which he chalked up to being a wife and mum. He glanced away as guilt crept in. Should he even think about those things with Cedric and Lavender in the picture? But how could he not? The woman before him wasn't just Ana anymore. It was the Ana he'd eventually marry.