Blaise's terrace was gorgeous, despite the slightly cool weather. Thankfully the rain had stopped for long enough to enjoy a bit of the night.
She lifted her glass to his and smiled. "To good friends."
Pansy enjoyed their food very much, even conceding to Blaise that he was a better cook than she was. She knew she had him topped when it came to desert, though, if the look on his face when she presented him with fresh tiramisu said anything. She didn't care for it herself, but she remembered Blaise enjoying it.
Once they were full and the flat was appropriately cleaned, Pansy helped herself to a seat on the couch in Blaise's sitting room.