"I did, didn't I?" Stacey stated with a laugh. "Sorry for the repetition then. Sometimes my mouth spews out things faster than my brain can keep up with." Giving him another smile, she said earnestly, "It's nice to meet you, Goyle." There was something vaguely familiar about the name, but she just figured it was from school, and didn't concern herself with trying to figure it out any further.
Putting her sketchbook and pencil in the bag at her side, Stacey stood up, brushing off her pants as she asked, "Mind if I make my way over there with you? I suddenly have a craving for a chocolate croissant." That had been one of the staples in her mother's bakery, and she had a lot of fond sense memories tied up with that particular pastry.