He hoped that she was right about Harry. He wasn't in any danger, now, but that didn't mean that Neville wasn't going to worry himself silly until Harry was home and safe. Her offer for sleeping potions was sweet and appreciated. "That would be nice," he said, nodding. "And Lavender and Jasmine are good for sleeping," he said. "I might move some into my room. Maybe brew a tea." It certainly couldn't hurt.
He had to grin at her question. "Do you mean do I go around saying 'Hello, Bob, how are you, today? Carla, you've got a lovely shade of violet this morning.'?" he asked. "Possibly, but I won't admit it any more than I already have."