Wicca couldn't stop the laughter from bubbling up over her cheeks and out when he admitted to being a smug bastard again. It was funny, considering how everyone was always going on and on about how humble and such he was. It was interesting, this smug side of him, and amusing as hell. While he changed in his office, she straightened out her desk and tapped the stack of paper work so it would go to Moody's office. Always better to get things done while she was thinking of them. Her bag was packed and her wand was slipped inside of her robes when he came out in his fresh set, and she looked at her watch and her eyes popped. Merlin it was late. “You know the problem with working so late, Bossman? Everywhere is bloody closed.” She considered for a moment, and inclined her head, thinking about what she may have at the house. “I can cook real food, of course. Well, I think I have food.” She admitted. It had been a while since she had attempted it.