"I.." How could she possibly chose the right words when he was being so considerate and sweet? Even just being near him seemed to tie her tongue in knots and she was a woman who prided herself on her vocabulary. Oliver Wood was dangerous to be around - he fizzled her brain until all she could see was those blue eyes and that grin.
"They both sound lovely," she admitted as she tugged at the hem of her jumper as she sat down and watched him sit opposite her. "I think though I'll stick with the plain old vanilla ice cream sundae. There's nothing like it on a day like this."
Picking up the menu she toyed with the edges in a nervous tick that belied her emotions. "What about you, Oliver? What do you fancy?"