Greg nodded before he caught himself. Then he just blinked at Lavender in surprise. She wanted to, what, do the clothes shopping? He couldn't decide if that would be a good thing or not. It might get embarassing. Oh, well, he'd cross that bridge when he came to it.
"Sure. Only the hall fireplace is hooked to the system." He wasn't going to hold her there any more against her will than he had to. As long as she was back by ten o'clock, she could roam whereever she liked. He perked up conciderably when she offered tea and scones. "Yes, please. Want me to get the jam and clotted cream?" Not waiting for an answer, he went to root through the ice box.
"There's Aunt Gertrude. My father and his wife live in London. Father doesn't like to come here much but Abigail visits some. Er, and there's my sister, Gretchen." He rubbed at the back of his head. "There might be, er, an interrogation from her. She's fourteen and, er, yeah."