"You know, if there's anyone I believe could actually make a living growing his own food, it's you." She gave Neville's arm a squeeze.
"Hmm." Once they'd finally found the place, Lavender took a long moment to just enjoy the various delicious smells. Tomato and cheese and, yum, fresh bread. Any sort of bread that was just out of the oven was really one of life's simple pleasures. It was one of those times when she could be glad that Greyback's attack had left her sense of smell a little more sensitive. Sometimes it was definitely a burden, but this was one of the good time. "I really fancy pepperoni," she decided. "What do you want?"