Rhads reply to her confession that she hadn't dressed herself answered the question as to whether he would be as charming in real life as he had been in writing. After all Lavender had been called pretty before but never beautiful and especially not that she eclipsed the beauty of something else. It almost sounded like something from one of her romance novels and she smiled bashfully.
She listened as he spoke next though. He looked uncomfortable, almost pained at having to tell her such difficult things and though it was somewhat awkward and unexpected, Lavender tried at a small smile, at attempt to be reassuring.
"It's okay." She was holding her hands in front of her, knuckles white against the deep red of her dress between her open robes with clasping them together so tightly. "I already knew. A friend told me first actually- they didn't warn me away from you, but she was worried- I was too, at least at first." She confessed guiltily. "But then I went about asking Pansy because I knew you'd be related. I've know her since we were very little. We haven't always seen eye to eye but I trust her in this. Plus, what self respecting Gryffindor doesn't take a little risk?"
She smiled fully then and offered her hand for him to take, hoping to quell some of his discomfort. "Are we going by Floo or Apparating? I'm not sure I've ever been taken anywhere as fancy as where we're going. Pansy says it's a French restaurant?" Lavender had never eaten French before; had never eaten anywhere that being dressed quite this properly would have fit in, but she was excited for it. Even if their completely separate worries were making it so that they were both more than a bit nervous.