"Bite your tongue," Cassandra chided, only half-teasing. From what she could tell Gryffindors were good for only two things -- fighting a war so the rest of them didn't have to and, if that Potter boy was any indication, acting scandalously to take the media's attention off the rest of them. Honestly, that was the sort of behaviour that had Scorpius Malfoy moving out of the family manor like a commoner come of age -- and he wasn't even a Gryffindor, just had the misfortune of associating with them!
Laughing, she let him pull her closer, enjoying the feel of his arms around her, even if she couldn't understand his sense in that moment. "The weather is pleasant. Politics are currently lacking in news. Quidditch is far less interesting than Dressage. While you are passably good looking and a fair kisser," she said with an almost straight face.
"Mm, or," she offered sweetly, pointing her wand at the picnic basket to set the wine glasses floating above it expectantly, "you could pour."