Lavender nodded and ran a hand through her hair. "I'd love one, thanks," she told her. "Do you mind if I-" she smirked, the question hardly a question as she reached for the pitcher herself.
"Not to sound horrible," she began with a small shrug, "I didn't work. I never work on Valentine's Day. I had coffee with a friend though and I just lost track of time, threw the rest of the day off." She took a drink of the beer before settling in.
"I know that feeling. It's probably worse for you, always having to deal with picky women...
"Have you eaten? Did you want me to order some appetizers or something?" She was talking quickly which Lavender was good at but this time it was mostly driven by nervousness.