Having announced his arrival, Benjy watched her a moment, trying to gauge her reaction. Two things stood out: she was no longer sketching, and she was blushing...

The latter was a good thing, right?

Benjy never was good at reading faces. All that between the lines stuff was lost on him.

"Vesper..." he replied softly, the tinge of a blush coming to his own cheeks. Had asking her like this been silly? Almost apologetically, he held out the tin of cookies. "Lots of types, as requested..." Oh, and she'd brought butterbeer, awesome!

...blinkblink. "Pinch me? ...what'd I do?"

Maybe she didn't like it after all. GULP.