"Thanks," Lavender said, blushing a little. Compliments from Neville were always earnest and therefore always appreciated. Reaching over to pick up the chocolate that Neville had brought, she quickly stowed it in her desk drawer - that was going to make work tomorrow a lot more pleasant if she had to spend time at her desk again.
"Um..." Lavender bit her lip, considering her options. "What about Diagon Alley? Isn't there an Italian?" She gave him a knowing look. "Pizza?"