Romilda laughed. "I'll pass the compliments on to my mother," she said, grinning at Ginny. She dug her spoon in again and purposefully let herself get an ice cream mustache when she ate this time, since Ginny seemed amused by her antics. Romilda always liked getting a laugh out of people.
She laughed too, and tilted the container a bit more in Ginny's direction. "And I know exactly what my mother would say in return, feed her more," she said, amused. "You're smaller than me, and I'm far too small by her standards."
A large part of her was dying to ask what had been unlucky about Ginny's day, but if the girl didn't want to tell her, that was fine too. It was only their first meeting, after all. And Romilda had already extended the offer once, it didn't need repeating.