"Well..," Neville said, as he watched her delicate touch, the comforting gesture she made to her daughter, "That does sort of eat up your time. But my time is pretty flexible now, at least until school term begins again," and he glanced at her, turning his head to watch her, "When you have the time, we'll just go. All you have to do is drop me an owl. I will be ready at a moment's notice."
"We can take Olivia with us. And when she gets fussy about it, we can go grab some food and head to a park. It will work out great. All we have to do is jump on a time when you don't have to work right away," he offered again, smiling at her.