Neville thanked the lady, and decided he'd have a bit of chocolate. He wanted to ask her, press her, to hear what she thought of that notion. Instead, he grew silent, holding the little girl while she drank, even as he poured out some chocolate for himself. He didn't know how old a child had to be have this drink so of course he would not argue with her about it; she was Olivia's mother and knew best for her girl.
He sat quietly, feeling the warmth of the room as he sipped the hot beverage.