Alicia quirked an eyebrow, "Maybe because when we were all young someone taught us to think quite alike," she replied, assuming he meant Angie.
Kissing his cheek in return she made her way through the place to put the food down and pour them each a drink. "So, you're back to work," she said, sorting through the food as if she were at her own home, "and don't look quite like you've been hit by a muggle truck, so I assume you're feeling better?" Wood wasn't - in Alicia's mind at least - the sort to take things lying down and she was the sort to make things 'back to normal' as quickly as possible, so she'd just go with it for the time being. If he wanted to talk seriously about it, he would.