Movies, snacks and cuddles called for fuzzy footy pajamas. They weren't particularly sexy, but she liked them. Hope wasn't sure if Neville had any so she'd simply brought some that would fit him, to her.
The apartment smelled like popcorn and sardines (even though there were other snacks). After all the little dragon liked tuna, he would probably like the little canned fishies too. And the little bones were consumable so she knew that they wouldn't hurt him. She had a few tins, one open, and a few anchovy tins, which were still closed.
"You are way overdressed." Hope teased when she opened the door. The front room's couch having been manipulated to stretch out like a big leather bed, with comfy throws. Just for the occasion.