For a moment, Dean looked over at the food before him. There was so much before him. Just like plenty of people, sometimes, his eyes were bigger than his stomach. However, he didn't need too much food, especially since he was going to cook later that day. He was fine, but he couldn't help but reach out for a few cookies and another roll. The other one had conveniently found it's way to safety, escaping from his hand to the floor below after his act.
It didn't take him too long to pick it up off of the floor, and tossing it on top of his done plate as he stood to take the walk with Lia.
Dean followed Lia out of the Great Hall, wondering where the heck she was taking him. It wasn't until she spoke that he realized that an apology was attempting to come out of her. The pauses between her words clued him in on how difficult it was for. Just like she had showed him a side of himself a few days ago, in return, she showed a different side of her own self before him. "Don't worry about it, Lia. I rather the majority of your anger be directed towards me instead of taking it out on anyone else," he began as he rolled the piece of bread between his fingers. Unlike the brunette, Dean kept eye contact. Time had passed, and Ginny had made him feel better. And it wan't like he was that pissed at his friend. Not a whole lot anyway. "I can tell that it's out of your system now," he added in a tiny joke to make her feel better. A small one for starters.