It wasn’t until Ms. Bonaccord actually spelled it out in quite so obvious a fashion that Basil’s mind skipped to the Time Turner and he felt a bit sheepish in not having realized— or brought it up. Practical magic had always been more his thing than theoretical though; he couldn’t be blamed for it. It did say something however that, firstly their excitement at such a thing had run away with them enough for both intelligent beings to forget that Time Turners did in fact exist, and secondly, as Ms. Bonaccord had said— that they were both inclined to use such a thing for furthering their studies rather than anything frivolous. He flushed a little at the realization, both from pleasure and embarrassment. “Yes,” he agreed shyly. “I suppose it does.” Then, with a hint of self-reflective amusement, Basil laughed. “But think of all we could accomplish!” He teased. “You and I would put the Time Turner to proper use.” His amusement carried forward in their conversation and morphed into further goodwill, if that was possible. At Ms. Bonaccord’s grateful, but demure acceptance of his offer to introduce her to his connections, Basil gave a small nod. “Anything I can do to help,” he said again, gently. Ms. Bonaccord’s accent grew stronger the more they chatted and he couldn’t help but notice how endearing it was. Nobody else said his name quite like that. Grinning, Basil straightened off his desk. “Excellent,” he continued, moving to gather some things and tuck them away so they might be off. “Let me just... tidy this mess… and off we go!” He came back around beside her and made a small gesture towards the door. “Anywhere in particular you’d like to try?” He asked. “I know of this excellent little tea shop just off Main Street…”