Those who knew Draco well might know the difference in his tones, but to Cho he was still but an acquaintance who happened to not get on well at all with Harry, though in truth, she hadn't been on the best terms with him either since the disastrous events of her sixth year.
But that was a bit different.
"Well... I guess maybe they don't like markets. It's a bit crowded, usually, and ... I suppose some people might fancy a bit more space while getting what they need." Cho was careful not to say anything that could be misconstrued, though a part of her wondered if all this caution she was exercising was necessary. So far, he had been perfectly civil to her.
She nodded a couple times, stepping back so they could begin the walk to the grocery store. "Well... My mum is lovely. She's the smartest woman I've ever met.. and very funny, too. The more odd or different something is, the more I think she likes it, just because of that peculiar nature..." But she didn't want to spend the entire time talking and not doing any listening. "What about your mother?"