"Ask your father; the chap seems to love that sort of thing..." David waved away. He shifted from foot to foot listlessly. "As I was saying, I just want to thank you lot. For.... for being there for my little Hermione. You know, in primary school, she was shy, and she didn't have a lot of friends.... She was teased a bit, for her smarts...." He swallowed. "Now, while I still have concerns about how you fellows shared a tent with her in the woods – alone – for months on end...." (Harry and Ron fought the instinct to lean back, even as they both cringed). ".... My girl tells me that nothing untoward happened, so.... thanks for that."