She couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity in conversation change. One moment she was wishing for nightmares of eating her friends instead of being eaten alive by pixies and now he wanted to know about her baking. It was just too much. Lavender was overcome with a sort of nervous, awkward, but honest laughter that even managed to catch the attention of a few of the people nearby.
"I'm sorry, it's just-" She waved her hands trying to pull herself together. "I mean, well, quite the non sequitur there." Lavender would call it for what it was because that seemed the far interesting point of conversation, rather than her history with baking. At least for her anyway.