Neville did not want to admit that he was part of this fuss.
It is all for Olivia, he rationalized in his mind as he moved about the space, admiring the blue and gold colors. The cake was just incredible, and he felt incredibly lucky to be part of such a festive birthday celebration. He still put the notion off that his birthday was a part of this; this was a party for friends and to celebrate the cutest little girl's day that he knew.
There was loads of food, and tables, and more and more people were arriving. He stood back, shyly, only wanting to help Hannah in some way. He spied Hannah, and Luna, and moved across the sand towards the growing crowd.
"Hey all. Hannah, this is....well, its amazing," he said, with a gesture to the surrounding area, "It looks better than what I could have imagined," he said, offering a wrapped gift, held in his hands. He had picked out some gardening tools for the little girl, knowing she took after her mother in that regard.