Roger was taking mental notes of the items she bought, hoping to hear what her favorite was so that he could remember to pick some up another day and maybe drop them off or have them delivered to her. He was so intent on listening to what she'd bought that he hardly realized she'd asked him a question.
"Me?" He asked. "I'm fine. Yeah, of course." There was a strange, nagging feeling in the back of his head that he was acting a little mad, but he didn't pay it any mind. Not when Lavender was there next to him and giving him the time of day. He was seriously so lucky to have her walking with him, wasn't he?
"Are you okay?" He wanted to be polite and ask her the same in return. Thankfully, the flat wasn't too far, so they could sit down and have a better chat inside and not worry about the others' food and drinks growing stale.
"What do you have planned for this afternoon?" He asked, suddenly, taking himself a little by surprise. He was sure she had some other plans already, but it didn't hurt to ask.