Cho grinned brightly at her friend's loud knocking. "Rog!" She shouted, nearly leaping into his arms when she'd let him in, but minding the food she held herself in check.
"Indian and wine is perfect, I knew I could trust you to get exactly what I needed." She sighed a happy exhalation and shut the door quickly so Sherlock wouldn't get out of the flat. He'd taken to pouncing on things and darting around her quickly, and had settled in rather quickly (not that she knew much about quickly cats settled into things).
Once he'd deposited his things on the counter in her small kitchen, she properly greeted him with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "I was thinking a horribly cheesy movie and not moving from the couch for anything but maybe more wine?" She'd missed time just lounging with him. It was harder to come by in the Quidditch season and with her summer schedule packed with events to run, it really had felt longer than a few days since they'd talked. Of course, Cho always had Marietta and Melinda, but there were things she had just never felt really diving into with anyone but Roger and maybe Ben.