Astoria grinned. True. Shoes, at least fashionable ones, were never comfy. She had to agree about the strap, however. "Give me a good pair of pumps any day," she responded, idly wriggingly her toes beneath the table. As much as she liked wearing shoes, she liked not wearing them just as much. She was one of those girls who liked the feel of grass or sand between her toes. Unfortunately, there wasn't much of a chance for that tonight.
Astoria's eyes moved to Daphne and Clint when Pansy spoke, taking the two of them in. She wasn't happy that they'd "worked out", but she was happy that her sister was happy for the time being. She could settle with that. If nothing else, he was better than the last arsehole she'd been engaged too. "Yeah, she looks happy," she commented, not really knowing what else to say to that.
It had been a nice evening, she'd give them that. Even with the old stiff collars in the room, there hadn't been any sort of tension or drama. Things had gone rather smoothly ... until of course, her eyes landed on Lavender and Roger. "Christ," she said, making a face. "Who invited Tweedledee and tweedledumb?" Seriously. You were invited because it was assumed you were carrying the best man's kid ... so naturally, the proper course of action was to show up with the other possible father after breaking the news the day before that it wasn't the best man's kid. And people wondered why Voldemort wanted to kill off Muggles. This sort of diluted intelligence was exactly what he'd been getting at.