Neville bent down and with the basket on his arm, he lifted Olivia up, "Pretty flowers? Is that my name is it? Well, I'm here, yes, and hopefully on time," he said, a smile easily coming to his face as his minor worries about things rushing along leaving his head, "Don't you look cute, my little berry," he added to Olivia, before setting her down again.
"She is pretty darn cute, Hannah," he said, approaching her to put out a hand for more stuff, "Is this what you've got to bring? I would say shrink it but I'm not sure if we are going to a Muggle beach if that is such a good idea," he added, surveying what she had, with his things as well.
At her question, Neville could only shrug; he had no clue what one needed for a child, "Aren't those for kids that don't walk? I mean, if we really need one in a pinch, I bet we can charm something into one, discretely of course."
He paused and could only grin at her more, "Hello," surprised and delighted at how busy her life was; it was full of energy and love as opposed to his more sedate, solitary existence, "Good morning Hannah."