She chuckled as she couldn't help but notice how he looked at all the food. Another glass was poured and she tiptoed over to where he'd moved, half wondering if she should have put some heels on because she was rather little next to him.<strong>"Here you go," </strong>she said and handed him the glass, bumping a hip into his if he didn't notice her right away. Wouldn't blame him on that one, given how delicious the stew in front of him smelled and the little rolled up chicken fajitas had worked out wonderfully, looked delicious. Then there was the plate of potatoes, coated in caramelized sugar, and the strawberry salad, and this was all just on the counter corner where he stood. Man. How much had she cooked?!<br/><br/>She picked up one of the little fajitas and held it up in front of him with a cheeky grin.<strong>"Those are yummy, I'd start with them."</strong>She winked and waited for him to take the rolled up goody, and then gestured around.<strong>"I um, went a little overboard. So... You can just have at it if you like."</strong>She giggled and pointed at a closed container on the kitchen island.<strong>"I'd stay away from that one though, the recipe said something about frogs so that was kinda yucky so I skipped them, but then I saw it was chocolate frogs and added them in, but um..."</strong>She'd moved over to the container while she rambled on and now lifted the lid carefully, just enough for a chocolate frog to jump out of there and land on her chest with accompanying splatter of rich, aromatic sauce.<strong>"...I sort of forgot to chop them so they're hopping around in there..."</strong>A small snort of a laugh escaped and she wiped most of the sauce off her top, eying the candy that had skipped on to the floor. Well at least most of the sauce had stayed behind on her clothes!<br/><br/><strong>"You're what, a fifth year yeah?"</strong>She asked to make conversation while turning back to the purple sauce.<strong>"Do Quidditch?"</strong>Always a safe topic. Most either played or watched the sport, or in the very least appreciated looking at the players.