Abby giggles softly as he taps her nose, nodding. "Well that certainly is a comfort to me," she says. "As I have grown quite fond of you over the years and would be terribly distraught if you were to die on me."
"I will be sure to do that. I may even go in there myself, but that just depends on how daring I feel."
She turns toward him as he takes a set beside her. Her smile widens as he pulls out the choker, and she slowly reaches a hand out to touch it. "Oh, Harry, it's beautiful! I love it. Thank you!" She isn't wearing any necklace at the moment, so she turns her back to him and lifts her hair. "Would you put it on me, please?"
Once that is done, she turns back to him and throws her arms around him in a hug, kissing him briefly on the lips.