"Good, good. I'm...good," Charlie replied, his ears feeling hot as he stammered. Motioning to a free booth, he suggested that they find a seat. "I don't know about you but I've never liked sitting at the bar - too much commotion," Charlie reasoned and held out his hand to help the petite witch down from the high bar stool.

"You look really nice...erm, lovely, by the way," he told Lavender, and in truth she did. Having used to seeing her in Healer robes, Charlie had almost expected her to meet him in them. It was very different seeing her dressed in other clothing and he realized just how feminine Lavender was.

"Er - have you eaten? If so, I hope you don't mind but I'm ravenous. Food at the reserve isn't anything to write home about and even the cuisine here seems gourmet compared to what our camp cook throws in the cauldron," Charlie told Lavender in a rush of words.