Oh that grin was cute. “Well, I’ve been fortunate enough to have a handsome man help me down, so I don’t fall myself.” Lavender lifted a foot, and said conspiratorially, “Heels can be murder.” She’d been known from time to time to get one stuck in the rungs barstools, and had taken a spill or two herself. Ah, well, she’d never really claimed to be graceful, though she tried to be.

She looked him over again, giving him a slight smirk and a wink. “I think you clean up quite nicely.” She had scars of her own, too many to really mind them in anyone else. They were marks from his work, proof of his passion, his love for his job. Lavender would never hold that against him. And that slightly shy expression on his face was … endearing, adorable.

Lavender gnawed on her lower lip out of habit, and smiled around it, sweeping her hair back around her scar. She should really stop doing that. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen it before anyway. “Hmmm… Shepherd’s pie sounds kind of good this evening…”

Charlie was obviously surprised by her question, and Lavender couldn’t help the slight giggle that bubbled up at his flustered expression. “Oh that’s excellent, that you got the nests. Ooo, and potential adorable hatchlings for you to admire. I’ll still have to take your word on that one.” She paused, and smiled with a slight shake of her head. “Of course I remembered. You sounded so … passionate about it. Besides, I told you that I was curious about dragons. I’d like to know more about what you do.”