There was no doubt in her mind, that her parents would love Bill, too. Her dad, however, was probably the only one who’d be obvious about it, while her mother… well, while Amanda Bobbin was a warm and loving woman, she wasn’t one to show it openly, and she was a Ravenclaw pastry chef, which made her keen to know all the details before she made her mind up.
“I like your laugh,” she beamed at him, finding his hand and threading her fingers through his before she rested her head down onto his chest. “Hopefully your mother won’t be to disappointed that I can’t cook.”