Molly's question startled Fleur as she looked back in her direction with a small smile. She had been watching Bill, as she often did, without realizing she had been doing it. "Of course I can cook." She hoped it had not came off too snotty (people tended to think of her a snotty for some strange reason she didn't get) it was that she was just startled. "Though I dare say he will always need your cooking." Fleur just hoped Bill's mother could see how much she did care about her son. That wasn't them being careless.
Fleur's muscles tensed at the mention of Sunday's dinner. It would be a lie to say she wasn't at least a little horrified at the idea of it. There were a lot of Weasley's and that could potential be a lot to handle. She came to rest at her usual spot beside Bill choosing to let him field his mother's question about dinner. As far as she knew they were planning on going to Sunday's dinner. As for not rushing into things, Fleur wasn't sure what to say or do to prove that they weren't rushing into things; that this move was what was best for both of them.