Smiling to herself, Feb thought that he was right. "Well Mrs. H already likes you, so that's a step in the right direction." If she were being honest, Febs had never really had a discussion with her father on this subject, so it was hard to tell what he thought. She and her mother had a few go arounds about it, but mostly because Febby was never the picturesque debutante she was supposed to be. It stemmed from wanting an occupation, no doubt. That had always been a bone of contention. Her mother had won that battle, but Febs thought that in the long run, she'd actually won the war.

"Yeah? You don't mind?" Febs leaned back and up enough so that she could look at his expression, trying to gauge if he was just trying to be agreeable about it or if he really didn't mind. "I mean mostly I just want to go laugh at how ridiculous it is, but I haven't seen some of these friends in a while." It had been ages since she, Lena and Begonia had spent time together, like back in school, she really did miss them.

Without waiting for a reply, she leaned in to press her lips to his jaw, smiling against his skin. "I could probably convince my mother to let me spend the night at a friend's house in London," She murmured, pressing up against him. "Then I could just come here..." And she wouldn't have to be woken up ridiculously early to apparate home and collapse back into her own bed. He would probably still have work the next day but maybe she could convince him to sleep in, just a little.