Lavender laughed and shook her head. "Well when that hot blond is me you should have known I meant shopping," she teased, getting up out of the bed and walking over to her closet for her robe. "Mm that sounds adventurous. Although I simply cannot support some of your wardrobe, sorry Love." This was so not a healthy conversation and she knew it. There was enough doubt left in her that she could convince herself that it was all harmless. There had to be others who slept with their exes on a serial basis. Right? Plus, it worked, mutually beneficial. It was all good. Or it was all good until they started talking like that, like this was becoming an accepted and expected thing. They weren't waking up saying 'we're pathetic and we'll pretend this didn't happen again'... That was what worried her.
"Go get em tiger," she said with a smirk. "Listen though, make sure she doesn't see you. I'll be out in a bit," she promised with a small yawn before heading to the en suite.