The eyeroll that she gave his first comment was fond. No, there were no competitors in that area; that contract was already signed and sealed. Their parents were probably just waiting for them to both reach the appropriate ages to make it magically binding. "I meant for the food," she replied wryly, settling down into the chair nearest to him, her plate balanced on the arm.
Honestly, she was surprised that he had bowed out of the crowd before she did. They both knew that Ezra was the less scandalous of the two of them. Good family, solid line. And no pesky dark magic. His parents even seemed to like him.
"Please. I wouldn't have made it, back in the day. If I wasn't burned at the stake, I would have been shipped off to some nunnery." Her dark eyes ticked toward him, though, a pleased little smile playing at the corner of her mouth. "I'm glad you like it, though. You're looking pretty nice yourself."