"Deal," Neville said agreeably, finishing off the second biscuit and pushing the plate away. He wasn't stupid. While yes, he'd grown into himself considerably over the years, it would still be simply for him to put all that 'baby' weight right back on if he wasn't careful. And pigging out on cookies all night would be all it took. He wasn't running around a castle any longer, or doing exhaustive amounts of hexes and jinxes. There was plenty people could make fun of Neville Longbottom for, and he wouldn't give them anything additional if he didn't have to.
"Besides," he added with a smile. "Someone else I know has a birthday coming up soon." And he didn't mean Harry, thank you very much. "We should make a cake for yours. If you survived cookies," though it really looked like she'd only barely managed that, "you can survive cake. Unless you want me to do it myself, because I definitely can."
Rambling. Like he was nervous. But he wasn't nervous because it was Ginny and he was over that. Okay, fine, he'd never be fully over it. Luna had thought he hadn't returned her feelings and in some ways, he actually had. But would any woman ever be able to take that spot? Merlin, he hoped so. There was living, breathing proof running around the Complex that Ginny eventually married Harry. They had three children together. And he hadn't had the guts to ask any of the future time arrivals what his own social life looked like.
He was probably alone. Very, very alone. How typical.
No time to worry about that! All but physically shaking it off, he grinned. "But really, Gin. Thank you. I don't think anyone's ever actually baked for me for my birthday before. Well, Hermione sent me cupcakes once, summer before second year, I think. But I think she bought them."