"Wrinkles? Don't be so wretched!" she exclaimed, her hands instantly going to her face in alarm. "I plan on looking as young as this in thirty years. I've found a medieval potion which might just do the trick with a small tweak."
"Food?" she asked in disbelief. "That's all you need? That is quite all right by me although you might want to pick the place seeing as I am not au fait with the hot spots nowadays," She looked up, amused. "Also I've decided I don't know much about you. I think, to be a gentleman, you should tell me what you like and don't like."
Belvina nodded, adding lacewings to her mental list of ingredients so she could brew Polyjuice. If she were to go down Knockturn Alley then it wouldn't be as herself. "Thank you for the warning, I shall keep it in mind."