Well of course he was going to tease her about the kitchen. What sort of best friend would he be if he didn't? "You know, if you'd asked, I'd have helped. We could have baked them together. It might have been fun." Did that sound like he was asking for a date? Oh, honestly. A baking date? Who did that? No, he was safe. It was a two-friends-hanging-out date. Those they did all the time.
He polished off the cookie, then offered her the plate so she could take one if she wanted. Then, of course, he grabbed another. He was only human, after all, even if he was a magical one. And a male human, too. Maybe he didn't have Ron's super-sized appetite, but he could still enjoy a delicious biscuit when it was presented to him. Or even a mediocre biscuit.
"Of course I like them," Neville reassured again, leaning back in his chair. "You made them. Was there any doubt?" Okay, with her cooking, that was kind of the point. But she could have brought him dried out rocks and he'd have munched on them just because she'd done the baking. It was, potentially, one of the sweetest things anyone had done for him. The fact that they were in Lawrence, Kansas instead of in London or Lancashire or at the Burrow didn't make much of a difference. In fact, it kind of made it more special. There was rarely a big fuss over his birthday, so to have it now, so far from home, was pretty wonderful.