Toby couldn't help but feel a great sense of relief at Soph's 'okay', though he wasn't entirely able to say why. He gave her another smile, a bigger one this time, and tried to get across all the unspoken gratitude he owed her for... well... everything. All the things he was unwilling to talk about. More than anything, he just wanted her to know that he did not take her or her gift for granted. That he appreciated them and loved them. That he truly did not mean to be selfish. Maybe later, when they were less at risk of anyone else walking in on the conversation, he'd say it all out loud, and then some.

"Let's do them on my birthday," he said at last, pressing delicately on the keys some more, though glancing back up at Soph more often. "Or maybe later, after we talk to Piers. Or tomorrow. Whenever, I don't mind." Toby pressed the last key, a low one, firmly, with a note (haha) of finality. "Let's go get some food right now. M'starving."

Toby stood also, and took Soph's hand. But instead of leading them out, he brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it. The Hufflepuff looked right at Sophie Brown with a look of sincerity in his eyes.

"Thank you," he said.