"Pretty sure they were able to stand up on their own." Harry smiled at her and slowly pulled back his hands, not wanting to overstep himself.
His stomach dropped slightly at the suggestion of business cards. Word of mouth had worked so well that he'd not even thought of making them. The kids told their parents. People who visited Hogsmeade spread the word. The bakery was busier than ever and giving out more advertising? Harry wasn't sure if he could manage it.
But he swallowed back those thoughts and gave a nod. "Oh I'm sure whoever owns that place will be happy to include something." He smiled. "Seems like you're one of its biggest fans."
He wanted to tell her. That she was enjoying what he made. Even though he hadn't been all that good at Potions until sixth year (and that was mostly in part because of Snape's notes in that textbook), baking had just fallen so easily into place.
And the fact that she liked it so much brought him so much joy.
Harry soon realised he'd gone silent for almost too long. "Oh! So where are the three of us going to meet? Do you and Ron want to come over to 12 Grimmauld first and then head over?"