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Cho Quigley (charmingcho) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Cho blushed just a little bit when he told her that it wasn't a religious holiday. Well, how should she know? But when he turned it into a bit a joke, she gave him a small, not-so-tight-lipped smiled in gratitude.

Shrugging, she said, "Mel - um, down at the bakery - she sends sweets and we do take-away up on the rooftop at our flat building when it's been a particularly taxing day, but, no, I don't quite remember the last time anyone brought me lunch." Lunch for Cho usually considered of some sort of snack on her way to one client or another, or running down to the pub (and when she was still working from her flat, down to the bakery of course). There was something sweet in the gesture, she decided.

Taking a seat as he suggested she should, she set her hands primly on her lap with a slightly sarcastic set to her mouth. "And what do you normally do find yourself doing on a Wednesday afternoon?" She couldn't help but wonder if he normally might spend an afternoon such as this hiding in his home from his insane ex-wife (Ex? Yet? Wife? Soon to be ex? Oh Rowena...), but she knew that was an unkind thought. She'd learned well enough after the fiasco of trying to date Harry Potter not to believe everything in the papers (not to say she didn't still completely love the gossip pages).