"She doesn't like tubs?" Neville asked, focusing on her daughter more than the herbology, even though he could talk for hours about it with a willing ear, "I love tubs. I mean baths," he said, and he found his cheeks going slightly pink, "They are the best place to relax and think sometimes. And let's face it, "I have to sometimes soak a bit to come clean," he said, flashing a smile at her, "I never seem to make it through a day without carry a bit of earth with me in some way."
He paused, and moved about her some, letting his arms float on the waves, "I got curious about it in 4th year. Of course, I was slightly guided in my exploration," he said, not wanting to discuss it too much at the moment and possibly spoil the surprise. He had liked and respect that version of Professor Moody, not that he didn't like the real one later as well; it was just odd to have cultivated a good student/professor relationship with an insane Death Eater who had seemed to like him. He really preferred not to go into it too much, especially there and then in the sun.
"You know, I've been thinking about your shop. I might have an option, if its not too objectionable."