Hannah and Lucy came along quickly enough, a big grin on Lucy's face and a similar one echoed on her mother's. "Look who it is, Lucy. Neville!" Hannah announced despite the fact that she had expected such. She walked over toward where he was and grinned when Lucy reached out toward him with an indistinguishable string of noises.
"Want to hold her while I spread the blanket out?" While she had been more than willing to shove the basket at Neville, her daughter was another story for rather obvious reasons.